PEEK A BOO, yeah, it's me...



no poems. not a damn one, but they'll be back.
i'm sure cause i'm storing up some good stuff from the last bizzare week!

right now, my mom's in my living room reading a book my aunt betty gave me on ireland. we watched a jimmy stewart movie before lunch. "the man who knew too much"
he really was a very nuanced and seemingly effortless wonderful actor.

now, i've got sauce cooking on the stove and bread dough rising so i can make fried bread dough for her. she really wants to be back in her apt. i hope all goes well monday.