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WAZZUP |
It may be quite awhile before we send out another of these, so I'll try to make this issue a good'n. Big changes afoot. (Rubs hands together.)
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("after" picture next issue)
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on the other hand I may possibly have entered a period of dangerously unstable mania, in which case I'll crash and burn momentarily. It hasn't happened before, and it doesn't feel like that now, but then it wouldn't, would it? Either way, I'm likely to be too busy to update this thing for at least a couple of months. |
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Lar Duggan is a good friend of ours, and one of the most profound musical artists we know. Leanne heard him play "Stardust" once, and when she and I got married she got him to open our ceremony with that music. (We closed by singing about rowing gently downstream, merrily, in this dreamy life.) It's a haunting tune when it's not oversold (as vocalists tend to do), and Lar's version goes beyond that. Lar mostly records his original material, but he was nice enough to record Stardust for us - for Leanne especially, who has wanted this for years. Here it is for you, with our love. http://soundcloud.com/folktaledotnet/sets/stardustHere's our own version of the Irish melody Give Me Your Hand. The tune was playing in the background much of time during our courting, decades ago. A college student once requested it by asking for "that make-out song." http://soundcloud.com/folktaledotnet/sets/make-out-macushla You can listen to some of
Lar's original compositions here |
for you from Leanne,
who wrote it in her poet days, back before we met. A friend turned it into this:

In October, as our little dog Ivy came into our house for the first time she woofed once at our cat, Charley, who then disappeared.
For a long time we didn't know where he was. It turned out, he was here

in a kind of priest's hole

up under the ceiling

behind the furnace.

For three months he would only come down as far as the top of the hot water heater,

eat there, then go back up again.
He never stopped eating, thank goodness, but for a few dark weeks he stopped coming down to the catbox. I think he found a place up there where he felt safer, up amidst the ductworks, and the whole house began to smell like catbox.
But

halleluia!

Charley has begun coming out

into the adjacent unfinished room-- what we call "the pantry", to distinguish it from "the furnace room" -- really, they're both "the basement" only they're on the same level as the rest of our (finished) downstairs.
We feed him on the freezer now.
He's still two rooms and a baby gate away from the dog, and he's begun to feel a little more secure. So when he's finished eating, he'll often cross the floor and jump up to to the shoulder-high padded windowseat we made for him months ago.

Sometimes he just hangs out there. Lately he's been feeling mellow enough to get social, and let me help wash his face.




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