I haven’t done much writing this month, not that I’ve extra time at the computer. Time to work in the yard again and we’ve settled into a walking routine with Allie. The guy next door is busy with his adult Tonka Toy, clearing his lots to put houses in. Actually, Mark is very nice fellow, it’s just that we once had privacy on that side. The good news is that most of our windows don’t face in that direction.
I’ve started reading Ann Lamott’s lastest book, Grace, Eventually. Like all her writing, us common folk have some hope with God, and all the details are pretty ordinary. She’s funny and sad and has hope for Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld. That’s where part of the “Eventual” comes in. Like her Plan B, she connects withme as a recovering person and as one who has some small measure of link to organized religion. She also has lots of articles on Salon.com.