It's late summer and the year is moving along, and Papa's diary entries are starting to feel increasingly precious. I'm hungry for any shred of information about what he did on even the most ordinary day. But as he did yesterday, Papa looks at his life and questions whether there's really anything worth reporting. Each day without monumental change feels uninteresting to him, adds to his sense of stasis, and therefore qualifies only for a quick, resigned shake of the head and a helpless-looking question mark on a page.
[posted from Mexico]
Tuesday, August 14, 2007