Unfortunately some of the misunderstandings that I have been involved in have been of considerable importance. They haunt me still. Anyway, I have been imbibing Innis & Gunn followed by Malbec this evening, to some slight excess, so nothing matters for a while at least.
For me there are no misunderstandings to regret; rather some decisions. However, without those decisions I would probably not have become what I am. I am grateful. As for 'Innis & Gunn followed by Malbec this evening'. Wise. At least according to a German saying: Bier auf Wein lass sein / Wein auf Bier, rat' ich dir. :)
Nice to see you posting again. I have been worrying a bit. And yes, like Andrew I am haunted by misunderstandings which have been of lasting importance. Ditto decisions.
Ah, Mark, had I already moved to my last dwelling six feet under, I were not able to reply. More important: I would not have come to learn that you are the third of those few who might sometimes think of me, afterwards. It's a feeling that lets me smile.
Unfortunately some of the misunderstandings that I have been involved in have been of considerable importance. They haunt me still. Anyway, I have been imbibing Innis & Gunn followed by Malbec this evening, to some slight excess, so nothing matters for a while at least.
ReplyDeleteFor me there are no misunderstandings to regret; rather some decisions. However, without those decisions I would probably not have become what I am. I am grateful.
DeleteAs for 'Innis & Gunn followed by Malbec this evening'. Wise. At least according to a German saying: Bier auf Wein lass sein / Wein auf Bier, rat' ich dir. :)
Nice to see you posting again. I have been worrying a bit. And yes, like Andrew I am haunted by misunderstandings which have been of lasting importance. Ditto decisions.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sue. I felt and still feel the need of being busy with less blogging, for a while.
DeleteThank goodness you've posted another blog. I was beggining to think your last post was symbolic.
ReplyDeleteAh, Mark, had I already moved to my last dwelling six feet under, I were not able to reply.
DeleteMore important: I would not have come to learn that you are the third of those few who might sometimes think of me, afterwards.
It's a feeling that lets me smile.