I'd say for the last ten years my primary reading has been fiction, with some forays into history. I'm trying to read more poetry these days though, like when I was a much younger man. In the past year I've re-read Sylvia Plath and Philip Larkin, both very much worth my time. (I'd forgotten how damn funny Plath is, biography be damned.) I came upon this poem -- "Places with Terrible Wi-Fi" -- and had to buy the book by J. Estanislao Lopez. Along with new stuff, I've got plans to reconnect with T.S. Eliot and Emily Dickinson before the summer ends.
And things are good. I'm going down to North Carolina in August to check out houses. I'm thinking the US men make it out of the group stage then get crushed (typical, really, and not all that bad for a Football / Basketball county). It's hot and humid. Ultimately, I'm just excited to be leaving Frederick. Some charms, but mostly boring and filled with rednecks. And while I realize I'm moving to the South, at least I'll have good beaches down there to visit.
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