A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Blanket Fort

If my thirty-something daughter is Generation V--for Veg--then my twenty-something son is definitely Generation Y--for Why Bother? He lives at home, goes to college two blocks away, has one of those dogs that he plays with but Mommy feeds and walks. Although he can cook a five-course meal, complete with candles and wine, he's just as likely to pop down to the kitchen and ask winningly, "Is there any awesome food?" His room is ordinarily dominated by electronics, used for doing his engineering homework, gaming, watching political news, and keeping track of his stocks. But this week the entire room has become a blanket fort. Will he ever grow up? and if he does, will I be able to tell?

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