Now I'm watching the clouds outside my current office, grayish without quite foreboding storms.
I feel as though a busy summer is ahead, and I'm quite eager to meet it and take it for tandoori buffet.
Last night I was reviewing some books in which my wife collected all my old writings. What an incredibly thoughtful thing for her to have done--I had not focused on just what was in there, but it's almost everything I've written in the last
21 years. As a person who takes some modest pride in the generically low quality of my free verse, I should not invoke the critical eye on my past, but I'm amazed at how much more I knew at 21 than I know at 42, and how much my poetry suffered then as a result. Still, I see several things I can use to finish out Gerbil Theology, so laziness will make it a retrospective.
I have bids up on ebay auctions for things I want and don't need. Let's see what happens.
