Monday, December 10, 2012

Now Pretend You're in a Bar

While you're listening, if you haven't been here before, take a tour around the shack:
My favourite place on a sunny afternoon
You see we are "blanket rich," as Cathy said when she was here
The spare room, where Emil sleeps when he comes out, because ...
... he can't get onto the office bed; yes I have more putting-away to do, and still haven't set up the new printer.
To clear out a shelving cabinet for Scott's paperwork, I emptied it of all my journals. They start in 1975 and, where I've dipped in, contain teenage ranting, handwritten letters from Mom and others, thankyou notes, photos and more.