Years of nestling and misplaced priorities - money, travel, shelter - have all coiled around the spindle of time and brought me to this moment. It is a place. I am drawn to pull it together in this place, far from Huntsville. Thanks be for that.
I am surprised about what I need around me to feed my distractions so I can settle back to placing words in order, and free.
Dull be thee the strings of my old guitar.
And annoying, worse than vacuuming, is the task toward making them again bright.
But this too must be.
Thanks to the U. of Youtube.
Low E, then A, now high E and only three to go.
Then again my friend will sit near by, as I ponder and drink.
Yes the drink is my second companion. Maté. I even brought a kettle, a sieve and a thermos so my supply is continuous. Coffee begone but for your fragrance and some socially appropriate gestures. Among whom? And the laughter buckles my belly though no sound comes out. Therein lies the rub.
And my extended screen. This helps too. I can watch scripts unfold and action and character development. I can fast forward through the car chases and battle scenes. I can observe trends... more and more and more blood. Frontal penis. Smarter, more articulate children.
And some comfort on the walls.
And a window with tree limbs so close by. A blue jay today. And some sparrows have bumped the window, twice in the past two days. I will begin to mark the time of day. It must have something to do with the reflection. I do not want bobbly detractors nor cute stickies. I need another way to divert the poor wee things.
And a bit of music from days gone by. And a nice comfy chair where I can read.
I will nestle a bit more in here, but it is almost perfect. I can pee out my maté a mere 5 steps across the hall.
Just watch me.
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