I’m settling into a new routine… this morning double yellow lines veered off the center path and into the April garden. when I arrived, coffee in hand, the daffodils were bobbing, looking around, going nowhere. Sat on the steps, frothy … Continue reading →
I think staying home is starting to have some effect… I wonder about the woman who lives here Why there are poetry magazines piled here and there and why so many phases of books stacked and shelved Why a herd … Continue reading →
Went out after dinner for a little air and view and threw all the photos into a Flickr Album. Continue reading →
Even though, it turns out I’m not going •
anywhere today. Again. Staying home…
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I do the best I know how, the very best I can; and I mean to keep on doing it to the end. If the end brings me out all right, what is said against me will not amount to anything. If the end brings me out all wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference.
