"Linnie from the Em'rald Isle..."
I'm good, you? I wrecked myself doing a lot of tap earlier, along with some other sapping dances.
Scabbing off in another relatives house, as usual. My piano arrives tomorrow! Whoot!
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller