monday is really over and still no poem- a few lame ideas.
Had to send out an update on the calendar, seems the 7pm reading has been moved to 8pm.
It's going to be a nightmare to park. So many cars, so many kids. But that's college these days, the place you go to avoid getting a real job.
I used to have a real job- I taught music, vocal and general, for around twenty-eight years. It was exhausting. I still have half my stuff around "just in case" I need it.
I won't need any of it but I'm so reluctant to throw things away.
I have some very cool stuff.
Materials, not instruments. I was very good at what I did.
I think I was- maybe I wasn't.