... will have to wait.
I'm ok. A combination of computer problems, travel, family illness, busy-ness, death, and, well, you know, life.... keep getting in the way. I promise something vaguely clever in the next week or so....
For now I will leave you with a poem STOLEN. I don't have the proper credits but this poem is by Ginger Andrews and a friend gave it to me... I don't know the source beyond that tidbit.... just know I'm wearing my red dress and ya'll are invited over for cake later.....
by Ginger Andrews
Lying around all day
with some strange new deep blue
weekend funk, I'm not really asleep
when my sister calls
to say she's just hung up
from talking with Aunt Bertha
who is 89 and ill but managing
to take care of Uncle Frank
who is completely bedridden.
Aunt Bert says
it's snowing there in Arkansas,
on Catfish Lane, and she hasn't been
able to walk out to their mailbox.
She's been suffering
from a bad case of the mulleygrubs.
The cure for the mulleygrubs,
she tells my sister,
is to get up and bake a cake.
If that doesn't do it, put on a red dress.