I said that the next post would be about ‘persevere’, but it won’t. Maybe tomorrow.
A woman friend of Carol’s had her 70th birthday party today, women only, attended by thirty. I could not remember my 70th and so returned to the journal where I found:
I had owned GANNET then for six months.
The almost closed left eye was recovering from retinal detachment surgery, but not yet blind. The green band on my wrist was a medical warning of an introduced nitrogen bubble in the eye.
The crystal glass with a measure of Laphroaig was again at hand an hour ago.
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I do not often check reviews of my books. I don’t recall the last time I did. Months ago. Maybe a year. But for whatever reason I went to Amazon this evening and found the first four ‘most helpful’ reviews of STORM PASSAGE unchanged from my last visit. They are headed:
“How stupid.”
“O.K. for a daily log…but not an interesting read.”
“I really wanted to like this one.”
“Bad decisions.”
Surprisingly a few people still buy the book.
