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:
Wishing all the best to all of us for the coming year.