I’m home again after a week in Portland, Oregon visiting my son and new daughter-in-law, which accounts, in part, for why my postings on this humble blog have been so sparse in recent days. Also, I’ve been plugging away at the revisions and revelations I have for Finnegans Deciphered. I’m still wedging these things into the narrative, seeing the implications of each addition, finding where else in the story I must make corresponding or consequential changes, getting fresh insights, and so on. Every bit of it improves the tale and even the telling, but I still have a stack of notes to get through before I feel as though I’ve finished the first draft.
As for Portland, get yourself there! It’s a wonderful, progressive city with a great vibe. Lots of attractions, both urban and natural. Multnomah Falls alone is worth the price of a plane ticket. And if you’re not outdoorsy, Powell’s Books can keep you enthralled for days. Suffice to say that I needed an extra piece of luggage just to haul home all of the books I bought myself there.
So it’s back to the real world for me now, which has its compensations as well.