Well, it’s here. One of my favorite months, chilly with a beautiful blue day outside. How’s that tweed coat? You looked wonderful, but pensive and a little sad.
You know, I’ve been drinking Yogi herbal teas off and on for years now, and it was only just this morning that I noticed the little tag on the bag comes with a saying: mine read: “people who love are forgiving.”
Yesterday driving home on Metairie Road, I saw a brightly decorated van make a left turn in front of me onto Oaklawn. I’ll take it as a sign of sorts: I’ve never seen one of their vans but this one belonged to Renaissance Publishing, and there was Jeanne D’Arc huger than life on the side. That was a bit of a surprise, and I will take it as a sign.
But how I wish I was in Whitby now. I can tell I would like that town; probably stroll the pier where a fortune teller’s hut has been for years, I read. The current lady reader’s name is Lee; why don’t you pay her a visit?