it’s s u n d a y m o r n i n g.
our friends at the Velvet Underground (we adore velvet) sang it best:
if you cannot see that Transmission in your territory either ask mr. google for “Velvet Underground” and “sunday morning” or, knowing you (*winktocamera4*), go to your Vinyl Turntable and find the original album – b l i s s.
you know the best things about sundays?
often they come after a night of Reflection and repose and perhaps talking to someone very kind on the beach before sunset and Going Over Things that have happened and getting some excellent guidance (the past is just a story – but sometimes it’s a very sad one) and then laughing at the points in a Tale when one feels a Tiny bit of despair and is reminded (gently) that everything is useful. or as the (very much missed) Ms. Nora Ephron’s mother said: “it’s all material.”
sometimes that is Just for the best, love.
and look around to gather tiny details for future novels like sea glass in the sand.
nothing is wasted.
and there are always thank you letters to send out to say how much one admired someone’s directorial debut where they told their own (rather sad) Tale and made it into something much better than it could possibly have been to live through.
which is sort of the point.
can’t waste a good tale.
not when it might help other people.
otherwise it was all for naught.
and that’s Truly Tragic, darlings.
exit left (we’re LATE!)