A literally eventful time of the year, surrounding the Mournful Valley of my life, that rift of bereftness between Ann Daingerfield’s death day, 1/17, and Jacques Transue’s birthday, 1/22; see my 1/16 posting “At the rim of the Mournful Valley, singing”. By accident, in this period fall two odd celebratory dates: 1/20, Penguin Awareness Day; … Continue reading A squirrel in the hand