It's the wee hours of the first day of October. I haven't been asleep yet, but maybe soon. The leaves are falling off of our trees, almost covering the ball court, piling up here and there around the yard. I haven't seen the squirrels lately but it will soon be time to buy them some corn.
I ended September with a visit to Jeanie's house. Now, I often borrow her books. I sunk myself in one of her chairs, drank a real coke with ice, and mostly talked about books. Her book shelves distract me without causing me to lose out on the conversation. I feel much better for having been there.
What I'm Reading:
SWEETWATER CREEK by Anne Rivers Siddons
BLOOD AND BONE REMEMBER - poems by Jane Hicks
The Book of Revelation
Listening to:
Lullabies on AOL Radio
What I'm Writing:
editing my 'dead poems'
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