Eggs Benedict and conversation.
That's my idea of a good time.
Tom Beckett (31 mar 08)
at the gym this ayem I was applying the Burt's Bees Hand Salve that David Meredith gave me to my feet when I suddenly sd to myself "is eggs art?"
grammar be damnd. it seemd a powerful intellectual moment in the life of a non-intellectual. was I concernd that my recent eggsperiment has attractd no following? blather. little of my 40 years of scribbles has seen notice. writing is what writers do. & I'll keep on doing it till they stick the morphine under my tongue.
I don't eat eggs often. & my social circle has shrunk. death does that. so I talk to myself. I try to have a good time. & a large part of that is writing. when things get bleak -- which is what aging seems to be abt -- it's all that gets me thru.