People are always going on and on about how great a nuclear winter would be but if yesterday was any kind of facsimile then I'm thinking I'll pass: dead sun, dead sky, stick-figure trees, dirt-smeared snow, torn bits of trash drifting across the empty parking lots. Too many guys with thick moustaches running around. I called in sick. Of course, all this really did was 'liberate' me for tons of Oona time ... but we didn't mind. Later on I made chilli. It seemed -- to me at least -- that chilli would be a good incubator for all the vitamins and medicines and herbs I'm taking. And today my nose does seem less radioactive.
People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
WHO thought a nuke winter was all fun and games and cool? geesh.
ReplyDeletehope you feel better soon! a dose of a day of oona would be a fun med for any illness!