Wakefield

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  “In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man—let us call him Wakefield—who absented himself for a long time from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not very uncommon, nor, without a proper distinction of circumstances, to be condemned either as naughty or nonsensical. Howbeit, this, though far from the most aggravated, is perhaps the strangest instance on record of marital delinquency, and, moreover, as remarkable a freak as may be found in the whole list of human oddities. The wedded couple lived in London. The man, under pretense of going a journey, took lodgings in the next street to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends and without the shadow of a reason for such self-banishment, dwelt upward of twenty years. During that period he beheld his home every day, and frequently the forlorn Mrs. Wakefield. And after so great a gap in his matrimonial felicity—when his death was reckoned certain, his estate settled...

Welcome, June

 

There’s a song that starts, “June came upon us much too soon . . . “. I’ve posted it below. One of my favorites. 

Time waits for no one. Once again, the month took off without me, ready or not. I’m not excited about doing a rush job on my calendar, but it’s done. 

Had an interesting moment last week. During a routine doctor visit, my doctor did not like some things I was describing so he stopped what he was doing and sent me to the ER to check for heart attack. Long story short, nothing was found. I’m just overworked and tired. I hate I had to hire a guy to help me with yard work, but I gotta take care of myself. 

Not getting much reading or writing done but doing what I can when I am able. 

On we go. 



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