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Line up at the hair salon, and in went our nonegenarian for her weekly session. Sometimes the place is like an assembly line, but cheerful. We drove about a bit, oohing over flowering trees, including some precocious lilacs.
Bit of weeding here and there, and back for dinner.
Am nearing the end of the Williams short stories, and they have gotten stranger and stranger; maybe his meds were influencing him near his own end...
Bit of weeding here and there, and back for dinner.
Am nearing the end of the Williams short stories, and they have gotten stranger and stranger; maybe his meds were influencing him near his own end...
posted by isabelita at 11:22 AM
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A good day. I bought an Alex Cross crime novel at a garage sale. Which WIllaims books are you referring to?
TD, it's the collected short stories of Tennessee Williams, who wrote all those plays, like "Night of the Iguana", "A Streetcar Named Desire","Cat on a Hot Tin Roof". The short works are fascinating. I feel as if I know more about him now, even if it is fiction...
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