My apologies to all for the dry spell in writing. I’ve been busy writing my thesis, which I hope to finish in December. It has robbed all of my time.
Right now, however, I’m surrounded by sub-arctic winter. Like a lover claiming your heart, another magical season has descended — darkness and silence are sometimes so thick in these parts that you can almost lean against them without falling.
Winter can get very cold these parts as well. It may in such cases attempt to tuck you into bed and when this happens you are in a trance induced by darkness and winter. Normally in such cases you awake in spring by the vivid sounds of singing birds atop of budding trees.
There was a bit of sad news: Our dog Rosa, a boxer, was put to eternal sleep Nov. 22 at about 2:45PM. She was about 11 years old. Even if she’s no longer with me, I miss her a lot.
Rosa passed away on Nov. 22.
A nice saying my father told me: One must never be an egoist but with time you have to.