VANISHING in Postcards 4
- Feb. 6, 2018, 8:36 a.m.
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I read “The little Prince” this afternoon for the first time. Not really for children, I thought. Then again, would children of today understand the symbols and the imaginative allegories. Do I understand them?
“Many of the book’s initial reviewers were flummoxed by the fable’s multi-layered story line and its morals, perhaps expecting a significantly more conventional story from one of France’s leading writers. Its publisher had anticipated such reactions to a work that fell neither exclusively into a children’s nor adult’s literature classification.” Wikipedia. It stayed on the New York Times best seller list only two weeks.
I’d been putting off reading it just as I have put off drawing crows onto the new quilt. Perhaps expecting disappointment, I just put both the crows and the “Prince” aside for ages. I started a row of crows this morning, and even with careful handling find they vanish into thin air with every movement of the fabric.
I hate finding things that either vanish or discover something hanging in memory unwantedly.
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- Himself: Gym, work, Convention meeting. Really enjoyed the first half of the game.
- Herself: Pool, worrying about the test results, reading, writing, committee meeting.
- Reading: Got a book on fabrics swatches from the 1830’s, but nothing in it matches the old quilt I have on the sofa.
- Gratitude’s: That I am here. That the new Chair for the upcoming convention moves things right along.
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