Out of it.
I had a post in my head today, written as I rode on a crowded train. It even had a bit of humor. Because lordy did I need a laugh this morning stuffed on a steamy-hot-sticky train.
So I decided to post it, wha? What a new approach for me. Actually posting.
Anywho, I went to thegoogle to find the exact wording for a quote from Kurt Vonnegut that started the post, and discovered, he died.
Last.
Year.
April 12, 2007
I can't believe I missed that. Not sure how I missed it.
Discovering this deleted the post in my head.
4/12 is also Tess and Oliver's birthday. Which is another thing that struck me as I read KV's obituary. The fact that I have dead babies, and I always will.
So I decided to post it, wha? What a new approach for me. Actually posting.
Anywho, I went to thegoogle to find the exact wording for a quote from Kurt Vonnegut that started the post, and discovered, he died.
Last.
Year.
April 12, 2007
I can't believe I missed that. Not sure how I missed it.
Discovering this deleted the post in my head.
4/12 is also Tess and Oliver's birthday. Which is another thing that struck me as I read KV's obituary. The fact that I have dead babies, and I always will.
posted by girlh at
1:44 PM
1 Comments:
I love/loved Vonnegut. Not very long before his death he was still speaking publicly. As part of a crowd, I saw him a few times because, well, it was him. He was better on his feet than behind his typewriter. And in tribute to him, I leave this:
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