Most of the time, when I write, it's to keep track of where I am. Some things you wish you hadn't written. Some things surprise you with a clarity that was forgotten in a moment long past.
Tuesday, April 26
HPHG Camping Extravaganza
Pull out the Ottoman stuffed with blankets, fill the grill with gas for 15 minutes before lighting, and don't burn the banana mushroom delights (with a slight hint of knife)!
I stepped in front of the bathroom mirror a few days ago and said my final goodbyes to my dear friend and companion, Beard. It will be another week or so before I stop jumping out of my skin everytime I walk past a mirror and see a stranger in the house.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-William Butler Yeats