I'd rather live on South Temple

I'm staying in a hotel on South Temple to get some writing done.  The cathedral bells went off at five o' clock like they do every afternoon and I felt dislocated from home, which is in my heart of hearts, downtown Salt Lake City.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the space and the lake and the perks of Daybreak, but when I'm here, listening to the traffic, skateboarders, ambulances and the horse and buggies clopping by,  I'm in my element.  More than anything, I love a city.  This particular city has gardens I call OZ with an abundance of bulb flowers popping up today.  The air was rife with hyacinths inside the green iron fence of The Lion House.  I ate my dinner there before meeting Tom at art class.

In my old age, I sometimes think I would like to move back to the Netherlands and finish out my life there.  Tom is willing. We'd find an apartment in Delft, a small city, easy for two old people to maneuver and do what we do now--lie around with our computers and try to look up once in awhile.

Ann and I will meet on Friday to work out the organization of our book.   Or perhaps we will agree upon a gentle disorganization for the book. We'll work it out. We seem to live in a space where things fall together the way they need to.  There is nothing so happy/sad as finishing a book.

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