I was going to do more poetrywise tonight, but I have to get home and clean for my father, who, along with the majority of my family, has been helping me settle in to my new apartment--without me being present. Very mixed feelings about my parents being able to come into my place and make snap judgements (sometimes I go in and no matter how clean it is, it smells like...roommate).
Still, I'd rather set those feelings aside and be glad that my Dad's alive and kicking like Bruce Lee.
And I still haven't written on that. Maybe tomorrow.
1 comment:
Hi, I loved that Bruce Lee line. A word on writer's block, do something else, (life's short). It's like waiting for the right significant other-- happens when you least expect it.
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