Tuesday May 6, 2008
Making slow progress today, after a fitful night, I found this quote in my entry for June 18, 2005:
It set me back for a bit, did that. Made me wonder if I ought not to think about it. I decided against:
A remarkably few years ago
I would say that I am such and such
and that I do thus and so.
Then, losing certainty, I relented,
forgot my such and such,
and stopped my thus and so.
Now, happy at last,
I find it doesn’t matter
Somerset, May 2008
So, pottering in the garden with Dolly watching fondly from her favourite stepping stone in the sun, I picked up a few weeds, and sighed quietly over some slug-nibbled blossoms. And it doesn’t matter, really, either way.