another day?

Yesterday was another day that exploded on me (actually, the weekend). Blogs are supposed to be detached, sort of literary, speculative-oh, I remember a word I had to look up to find the meaning. It’s a word that was made up/resurrected by Vladimir Nabokov: logodaedalus. It means word-play. I found it in the footnotes covering obsolete words in the big two-volume, micro-copies of the OED (since augmented by another volume adding new words to the English lexicon). Briefly, you can see the meaning in the word—logos, word and Daedalus. the ingenious guy who sent his kid (Icarus) flying.

My point is that I lost my point. The serene day(s) I had planned disappeared and I had no time for a blog or Christmas letters or even my breakfast reading. My son Matt had a lot of troubles converging and piling up and threatening to mess up our lives so I had to drop everything and cope. So no Blog.

I have a lovely book story to tell you. I’ll try tomorrow.