tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post1658179822613960631..comments2024-03-17T08:34:15.051-07:00Comments on Books in Northport: The Same Day: Beauty and TerrorP. J. Grathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-78724216142835775122009-11-07T11:12:14.392-08:002009-11-07T11:12:14.392-08:00Well, we finished off that soup last night, but to...Well, we finished off that soup last night, but tonight I'm making curried pumpkin. How does that sound?P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-69181163951956616572009-11-07T11:02:34.894-08:002009-11-07T11:02:34.894-08:00Please pass some of that soup. I would love a bow...Please pass some of that soup. I would love a bowl right now!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-64933410703425370682009-11-06T07:24:26.108-08:002009-11-06T07:24:26.108-08:00Gerry, you put that better than I could. Thank you...Gerry, you put that better than I could. Thank you so much.P. J. Grathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12693462910472164289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130421352415377273.post-49057191532134700982009-11-06T06:57:20.974-08:002009-11-06T06:57:20.974-08:00The day my mother died I was walking back to the h...The day my mother died I was walking back to the hospital with fresh croissants for my sisters. It was such a beautiful morning that my spirits lifted. It seemed like a promise.<br /><br />It wasn't. It was just a moment's comfort in a very, very bad time. We rest in such moments, and then head back into the fray, random sentences falling from the sky.Gerryhttp://torchlakeviews.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com