Thanks Virgil. I'm sending a reply via PM.
Hey Aunty. If you didn't see my blog on Jeremy Irons and Eileen Atkins reading The Waste Land hope you do:
I think that's a recording you will want to hear and possibly download to your computer.
Hope you are well.
Thank you dear Aunty. Hope you and your husband are well.
Happy Belated Birthday, Virgil. Loved reading your interview and agree with you 100% over the Eggplant Parm. and "Four
Merry Christmas to you and your gorgeous family.
Safe and sound, thank you. Read my blog: http://www.online-literature.com/for...hp?12639-Sandy
How have you been? I've wondered about you and your husband.
Hi Virgil-- Heard on the news that Staten Island was inundated and worried/wondered about you
and yours. Naturally, you are in the thoughts and prayers of many of us LitNutters. Hope you still have electricity or if not, that you don't have to wait too long for it to be restored.
What? You broke your hip? Oh don't worry about the TS Eliot thing. I haven't been on since I commented on your "30 Poem" thing. I think you were about half way then. Let me go check.
Hi Virgil, I'm so sorry about the T.S. Eliot article and that it's been so long that I've had it without responding to it. I finished my "30 Poems in 30 Days" thread and shortly after I broke my hip! (The cliché of the old lady w. the broken hip is yer ole auntie.) I'll catch up on my belated projects as I recuperate.
My best to you and your lovely family.
My wife is making Corned Beef and cabbage this weekend...lol. Neither of us are Irish. She's not even Catholic. She's Jewish.
The world has gone looney.
The question to be asked is why do the students lack "filters"? What, have they abandoned teaching world history as well as literature? Our kids are getting dumber by the minute!
Haven't forgotten about poor old Tom. Will get to it by and by.
Have a good weekend, and Happy The Day When Everybody's a Little Bit Irish. Both yours fooly and what's his name are each half-Irish. Himself, a bit miffed I'm not going to cook him a corned beef this year! 'Tis a sacrilege, don't you know. I don't care-- I can't deal with it this time. (Too greasy and stringy.)