DAH is me, David Anthony Hance. 
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First up this week: Credulity … 
Expressions of incredulity annoy me. They didn't always, but I've noticed they do now. So, I figured that incredulity's opposite, credulity, ought to make me happy. But that doesn't work, either. Credulity is belief based on little or unproven evidence. It reeks of gullibility. I seldom want to be gullible. Thinking about credulity makes me like incredulity (disbelief) a bit better. But I'm still annoyed. Believing or disbelieving, I prefer both with verifiable evidence. So, if you find me slow to nod or shake my head at new information, just know I'm thinking about proofs. DAH trusts, but verifies. 

Second up this week, Curvet … 
Following up on frisky (a previous installment of this letter). Largely referencing horses leaping about, curvet as a verb has been in use since 1592: prance, caper, gyrate (from Italian, per Merriam-Webster). I've never been much of a prancer or gyrater, but I enjoy a good caper. Confess: Have you ever used the word curvet? Me neither. Even now, I'm not sure how I'd work it into my conversations or writing. It's the whole "curve" thing. Shouldn't there be a bit of a circle somewhere? And I simply don't relate a random bend to jolly capering. It's going to take me some practice. Anything in aid of a good frisk. 

Third up this week, Crepuscular … 
A word with which I'm familiar, here. Although it resonates with a strange mortality (think "corpse" … although the words aren't related). "… of, relating to, or like twilight: glimmering: imperfectly luminous: dim" (Merriam-Webster). Another follow-up to a previous TheThereThere. This time we're leaning into sundown. Perhaps, in the twilight, zombies might be crepuscular. I'm putting that out of my mind. A twilight walk, if it isn't too chilly, could be quite lovely. Crepuscular strolling in the autumn or spring sounds like a good plan for DAH. Once the rain here stops, assuming that things warm up, I look forward to perambulating crepuscularly.

A lovely cozy mystery (another older book) … 
The Baked Bean Supper Murders, by Viginia Rich
I've long been fascinated by the State of Maine. I've visited twice, for work. But not recently. I think a trip between a couple of corners would be inspiring. Think a San Diego to Bangor road trip. I haven't figured out a route home, yet. Anyway, this flavorful (lots of lobsters and other Down East fare), friendly mystery was very pleasing.
"Virginia Rich wrote three food-related cozy mysteries in the 1980s … They are centered around a retired widow, Eugenia Potter, who splits time between her ranch in Arizona and her cottage in Maine. The niche is definitely in the settings, and the comfort comes from the food and the recipes" (https://BonnieReadsandWrites.com)


And a bit more … 

"Winter Dusk" by Sara Teasdale

I watch the great clear twilight
Veiling the ice-bowed trees;
Their branches tinkle faintly
With crystal melodies.

The larches bend their silver
Over the hush of snow;
One star is lighted in the west,
Two in the zenith glow.

For a moment I have forgotten
Wars and women who mourn,
I think of the mother who bore me
And thank her that I was born.


And that's all for this week.
From Mary Oliver's "Sometimes"

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.