A typewriter on fire. How perfect is that?  

This is an exhibit at the Hess Vineyard art museum in Napa and actually it’s a serious piece (by Leopoldo Maler called “Homage” and inspired by his uncle, an Argentinean writer)  But my daughter who was with me found it hilarious – as only the child of a writer could. That fire is really burning and it seems to combine the times when I wanted to set my typewriter and then computer on fire and be done with writing once and for all. It also reminds me of the times words came fast and furious (unfortunately fewer than the times of wanting to be done with it.)

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We are now in count down for my brother’s wedding. I’ve replanted the garden,  I'm obsessively counting wine glasses, chairs and silver ware, Got Junk is arriving tomorrow to cart off old vacuums, Stuart and Charlotte’s shredded cat tree, the office chair they threw up on, and strange things that have been rusting behind trees in the garden for years, and also bags of outdated travel and psychology books – for some reason these are the only books that get dated and I can bear to part with.

Happy New Year to those of you who celebrate Rosh Hashanah.