Just shooting the poop with Lori |
He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
I am finding it quite fun to write again. I call it my "me" time. My family is grown up enough to know not to bother me when I am tat-a-tatting at the keyboard. Makes me wonder how I ever did it when they were little, but I somehow managed to squeeze writing into my life. It goes to show how the artistic part of our lives has a need to be released. There are times when I feel all bottled up, and the need to write, draw, or create is overwhelming. While my computer was down, I had to improvise. I used cooking, crafts, and Christmas shopping as my outlet. It was quite the fattening, mind bending, and expensive exploration of personal tranquility. HAHA...writing is much more fulfilling. |
The computer is the cause, I swear it to be true. It died an untimely death, and I waited patiently for my husband to piece together a new version of the transistors and microchipped googlydaddys, so that I could blog once more. It was hell, but I actually did very well by not whining too often. It is good to be back, and I missed camaraderie of WDC. I will be dipping my toes in every so often just to catch up. Looking forward to great fellowship. |