So quiet, eh ... ?
I have been thinking.
I have been reading.
Writing a story in a journal with a real pencil in my real handwriting.
About Jenny who's a waitress in a diner obsessed with a mysterious stranger.
I've been learning about Korean mythology.
And vintage nurse uniforms.
And off and on about how to be a lady. ^__^
My styrofoam garden in the backyard is increasing. I haven't had chance to even tell you about that.
We will catch up ...
Reading this Women of Influence book is causing me to remember another of my great childhood loves -- "The Miracle Worker," the story of Anne Sullivan and Helen Keller. It was Anne Sullivan I really loved, and still love -- it always made me heartsick to think of her sacrifice, devoting every waking minute to another human being, with almost no life left to herself, until she died in old age, and Helen Keller required another translator. But God -- she must have known it -- that's the best way to live -- it is to have every moment of your life swallowed in supreme goodness and satisfaction. No wonder I loved her, and no longer do I feel sorry for her -- I envy her. I thought of her today perhaps because when I was around eight or nine I grew aware that she and I shared the same initials "AS." Today is the first day that I am Amanda Monteleone at work, and I have written my initials "AM" dozens of times already. It's strange, but the satisfaction of...