My only poetry in adulthood.
All want the security of the well fed pig.
Horror at the baseness unrecognized.
A lifetime spent in shirt stuffing.
And pen comparison.
Is truth more palatable when honeyed?
Is a stark soulscape less so with the eyes of Monet?
May my affectations always be known and understood.
The mechanisms by which the common sow operate are so small.
But who am I to say?
Chris was recruited to go back into service management, this time for Toyota so he’s super happy about that since it’s a far more reliable product than all others and I’m thrilled that he’ll be bringing home the bacon now that the tourist season is over but EGADS I miss him!
Were that i could figure out a way to eek out a living whilste actually being with my beloved family I so completely would. But I suppose that’s me and everyone else. I’m just glad that finances are looking better and I’m still adding accounts though the “season” is over. Today is my only “off” day this week and since the house is in shambles and I have condo linens to do on top of my own laundry, it wont be a day of rest. It’s just as well, I MISS CHRIS!
Pshaw, I still practice the sin of pride as much as ever, DIY. Do I look older than I did 10 years ago? Yes. The question is, do I look better/younger than the vast majority of 37 year olds? 