Finnegans Wake! Listened to the Naxos audiobook again-- wonderfully incomprehensible, gloriously elusive, magnificently playful, strikingly obvious, all at once (but of course, it’s just five hours, the entire book would take much much more time).

Started Ulysess, but this version was read by an american. Irish or nothing! At last I found Molly Bloom’s soliloquy read by an irish; didn’t remember it as so risqué, if that’s the word, all kinds of phantasies and memories, but it’s still very very beatiful and moving.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Woman_with_the_Handbag

Same vibe as this legendary photo.

Always been good with kids. As life turned out, my partner has a career taking them around the world: i’m the tagalong spise looking after the kids. We have three boys, 19, 16, 12. They are all cooler than me in various ways and I have given them all so much more than my parents gave me: emotionally, materially, the lot. They are more open minded, more reasonable, better equipped for life, more stable, more secure… I have them a lot, “sacrificed” quite a bit, time wise, career wise, and soon they’re all gone creating their own lives while i’ll be following my partner around, trying to patch together a new meaning of this existence.

For a man, it’s been an unusual journey. But worth it.