Dear Nathaniel,

Thank you very much for your letter. I like to think of
you in Sofia, and I hope your departure for Estonia will
not be too difficult. I'm reminded of Shakespeare's
 
"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, 
 That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

If that is an improper quote, please forgive me. 
I suspect also that Beethoven's Lied "Auf dem Hügel
sitzt sich spähend in das blaue Nebelland ..." has
acquired a deeper meaning for you, - even for me 
you have given it a new dimension.

You persuade me with your enthusiasm for Wagner.
In her youth, my mother was a Wagner acolyte;
later she converted to Bach. I hope there will 
soon be an occasion when we are in Belmont together
and you can teach me more about Wagner; perhaps
lend me a few CD's. I have none here, so I can't
anticipate the experience.

Esthetically it seems of much consequence that Wagner
wrote the texts for his operas himself, a circumstance
which gives a non-musician like myself an insight into
his art that is lacking in the operas, for example
of Mozart, the libretti for which, having been written 
by DaPonte and Schickaneder are much less revealing 
about the composer.

What's going on with us in Konnarock, you may infer
in part from the copies of my exchanges with Niels 
Holger Nielsen, if you have the time and humor to 
read them. As for the impending Hearing before the 
Plumbing Board,  I believe that logically my position 
is unassailable. The Appeals Court decision was a 
virtual directed verdict in my favor; but I know from 
experience that neither the Plumbing Board, nor the 
lower court, nor the Attorney General, nor the 
Nantucket lawyers, pay much attention to the Appeals 
Court which issues orders from on high that it can't 
enforce. The outcome is as unpredictable as the
roulette wheel in Las Vegas.

Grandma spends much of the day's 24 hours sleeping.
When she's awake, she's sometimes a bit confused.
She frequently complains, "I'm all mixed up." Often
she tells me "I don't know what to do." A few days 
ago, in a telephone conversation with Rebekah she 
explained that she was on the South Shore. I have
a full time, 24 hrs/day job taking care of her. I
experience it as the most meaningful employment I've
ever had.

In about three weeks, I will start packing the car.
On July 21, Klemens will fly to Charlotte NC, where
Grandma and I will meet him. We'll spend that night
in Konnarock, then drive back to Belmont on July 22.
How long Grandma and I will stay there, depends in
part on what transpires at the August 6th Hearing; 
but sometime in the latter part of the summer, your 
path and mine should cross.

As Heine - Mendelssohn emphasized, thoughts do have
wings, and whether you are aware of them or not, mine
will go with you.

Love from both of us.

Yoyo