The Story Of A Telephone Man Who Fell In Love With Long-Distance.

[prep_ette]

Today I woke up early, thanks to a full night's sleep. I worked. I read and finished The Glass Menagerie on the trampoline, shifting every so often as the sun dried up the shade. The air was warm, but filtered by a nice breeze, the yard smelled like honeysuckle

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[lafilledansvert]

C. Webster Carrolll, congratulations. You read Tennessee Williams on a trampoline, smelling honeysuckle, made a self-improving list of books to read and drank sparkling grape juice for no occasion at all.

a day worth recording, and so you have. Thank you, doll - it's hard to say just how much I love reading your daily news. [Not something I could say to very many people...]

I adore Tennessee Williams, myself. [[I just bought myself a copy of "Glass Menagerie," actually.]] You summarized gorgeously with "So thoroughly Southern and self-absorbed." So thoroughly southern... And for some reason, they're all a certain weather in my mind. A Streetcar Named Desire is humidity... the exact feel of a sticky night in south Louisiana. Cat On A Hot Tin Roof is a hot, sticky, charged summer storm

[prep_ette]

Doesn't he capture the mood so well? The weather defines the play, and you can feel it just as if it were outside your window. I've never read Cat on a Hot Tin Roof [or, of course, seen it performed]. I wanted another Williams play to read - that will have to be it!

I have the worst habit of not finish books, but I've decided to try to break it. Reading is so lovely, but when I don't concentrate on it, it slips away from me, and I fill my time with AIM and movies instead. Disgraceful. I wanted to read that Audrey Hepburn book - it looked beautiful. Was it good?

[Oh, I'm allowed to drink. But my parents would never let anyone else drink who was underage and not theur child - so for the birthday party, it was supposed to be sparkling grape juice with dinner, instead of wine. Sadly, sadly.]

Yours,
Webster