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.