Actually, Jim, I’m pretty agnostic on all that. I’m personally enjoying my current life one day at a time. I chat with my loved ones all the time in my head—wherever they are.
I replied a couple of hours ago, went for a long walk in the warm , becoming hot day, got back only to see my reply wound up somewhere into the Substack either. I only wanted to say I noticed your replies generally start with you using the person’s name. I decided I liked that and hope I remember to do the same.
Seeing one’s name has an inviting effect on me. Thankyou.
Good to know, Jim. I’m a bit fussy about my second “a” however. I think autocorrect may sometimes change it. But there are loads of ways to spell my name—all with the same pronunciation.
Wow . A good lesson. If I’m going to use a person’s name make sure ir is spelled correctly. I have a habit of typing quickly and sending without proofing.
BTW, Jim. As an editor, proofreader, then Title Searcher, I tend to read everything I type many times. And still an error may escape me . . . Not to worry.
I miss the train whistles that have been a constant throughout my life. There have been short periods when there weren't any but now the nearest tracks are over two mountains and that's just the spur that goes to the quarry. But it does have to whistle for a crossing now and then and when I am outdoors and the weather is clear, I hear that whistle in the distance.
My house is next to an abandoned right-of-way (the locals pronounce it right away). Some of the older people recall driving on the tracks to get to a place where they could buy beer but after the Allison floods in 1972 one of the bridges over the creek washed out and since then all the rails have been removed -- even the ones in the tunnels. Then the road bridge over the place where they had to excavate to get through an extension of the hill was removed and filled in. Last to go was a rail bridge over a road but the bridge over the creek is still standing.
You bring up the afterlife. Is that something you believe in?
If my question is perceived as invasive, sorry, and I’ll understand you not answering.
Actually, Jim, I’m pretty agnostic on all that. I’m personally enjoying my current life one day at a time. I chat with my loved ones all the time in my head—wherever they are.
Katherine,
I replied a couple of hours ago, went for a long walk in the warm , becoming hot day, got back only to see my reply wound up somewhere into the Substack either. I only wanted to say I noticed your replies generally start with you using the person’s name. I decided I liked that and hope I remember to do the same.
Seeing one’s name has an inviting effect on me. Thankyou.
Good to know, Jim. I’m a bit fussy about my second “a” however. I think autocorrect may sometimes change it. But there are loads of ways to spell my name—all with the same pronunciation.
Katharine,
Wow . A good lesson. If I’m going to use a person’s name make sure ir is spelled correctly. I have a habit of typing quickly and sending without proofing.
I’ll do better.
BTW, Jim. As an editor, proofreader, then Title Searcher, I tend to read everything I type many times. And still an error may escape me . . . Not to worry.
I miss the train whistles that have been a constant throughout my life. There have been short periods when there weren't any but now the nearest tracks are over two mountains and that's just the spur that goes to the quarry. But it does have to whistle for a crossing now and then and when I am outdoors and the weather is clear, I hear that whistle in the distance.
My house is next to an abandoned right-of-way (the locals pronounce it right away). Some of the older people recall driving on the tracks to get to a place where they could buy beer but after the Allison floods in 1972 one of the bridges over the creek washed out and since then all the rails have been removed -- even the ones in the tunnels. Then the road bridge over the place where they had to excavate to get through an extension of the hill was removed and filled in. Last to go was a rail bridge over a road but the bridge over the creek is still standing.