Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
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Sunday 7 January 2018
It’s the New Year and I don’t do resolutions so much as I find myself somehow embarking on various new projects, generally a bit domestic. This New Year it seems to be Rejuvenation Grout.
Well I have bought the product and I am hoping it will transform the tired tiles of the bathroom into something a bit more, hmmm luminous may be :-), or just a bit whiter would be ok.
It’s been a nice start to the year otherwise. I had a lovely unexpected visitor on Saturday afternoon. I don’t often get magpies up on the 12th floor so it was a treat to hear that melodic gargling sort of song so close by.
I drove back from the country on Saturday and listened to the radio on the way – as a lot of you know, I love the radio. On this trip the ABC was rebroadcasting a feed from the US National Public Radio (NPR) and I had a couple of treats. One was a show on bluegrass which was an excuse for me to rummage around for favourite modern blues music when I got home. Here is a link to a performer composer I really like and who is a great blues hero for souls who live rough. It’s Chris Whitley with his melancholy guitar:
The other interesting program I caught was the end of was an interview with the columnist Michael Wolff who has just published Fire and Fury – a book on Donal Trump’s more or less accidental ascendancy and the pathology of his White House reign so far. Perhaps I’ll make it to Abbey’s later in the week to see if I can pick up a copy, it is from all reports, an alarming and worthwhile read.
So, the year seems to have started quietly but hopefully, in your glamorous aunt’s happy domain
Wishing all the best to all of us for the coming year