Friday, August 08, 2008

Lapses

The days tend to fly by, and we follow the routines that seem to stabilize the best. Correspondence is dwindling, but there's not much to be done about that; the correspondents themselves are continuing to vanish. Occasionally a flash from long ago will appear, as with the copious geneological material a cousin of my dad's recently sent us. There were letters from my dad to her, around the time I was going to "present" them with a grandchild, as he put it. We read them, but they didn't seem to have much effect. Not sure it's such a good idea to delve sometimes.
Rounded up another Oates' novel, Wonderland. Inching along her ouevre, which is amazingly large.

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