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Tanta vive. I do miss her still.
although I'm always happy to be reminded of Tanta, not sure what brought the post today...
is it her birthday?
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
e. dickenson
A horrible loss. Words always fail me. Tanta's spirit lives on here. Thanks CR.
A true warrior in the deadly battle of the human race against the dark forces of FIRE and bad economics...
although I'm always happy to be reminded of Tanta, not sure what brought the post today...
is it her birthday?
Maybe CR just missed her. I sent her an email asking to let me buy her a cup of coffee because she lived not far from where I work. She never answered. I understood or thought I did. I didn't. Reading her write about her struggles with her plumbing? Computer? I thought she was a lot stronger than she was at the time.
sigh.
What would constitute an “on-topic” comment to this post?
Beats me. Perhaps you could reminisce about what you were drinking the first time you read all the way through a great long post on mortgage insurance without being paid to do it. We also welcome testimonials from people who have tried some of this stuff out on the neighbors. Recipes are always welcome, too. It is traditional for the first comment in the thread to complain about the length of these posts.
The Compleat UberNerd
I miss her wit,the fact that life was always about people,real human beings,and her incisive mind. Go with God Tanta!
Tanta had a huge impact on a lot of people in the last couple years of her life. That's her legacy.
Tanta Vive.
Found the pig and followed the link.
She would have vastly enjoyed this commenting system, and I think would have appreciated the evolution of the blog.
I wonder what she would say in her special way about the fiasco of the servicers that continues to this day.
Someday this war's gonna end...
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wow, I can't believe it's been three years.