Memories of home

Coffee as Sustitute for Wine: Winos flee and cry

Yes, Starbucks is a great venue for art, yes it is bringing the high culture to the masses-And in fact, the show was a success, I would say we set a high standard for any future shows at this particular Starbucks, good turnout, great music form the talented Kemp Jernigan and C.J.. And lots of snacks and coffee-
What else, hmmmm, I will post pics when I have them, I know, I should have brought my camera but the day was too full already to remember anything else-holes in the walls aside, I think it was all good and served a purpose of mutual interest all around-
My mom is speaking in txt. and I need to get a cell phone that doesn't come with it's own briefcase. . .

I had nails in my head

I had a root canal, it was so much fun and it only cost me eight hundred and twenty five dollars!
Everyone should get one!
but the gas is kind of nice.

Starbuxx Re-visited

Yes I worked at Starbucks I was a barrista. Yes, every Sunday I hurriedly drive to my local coffee house hailing the Melville Charactors namesake as there own. And yes, I am once again returning to the place where hundreds, possibly thousands of my own hard earned dollars have been exchanged for sugary coffee beverages in order to once again profit for my own means. I am having an art show at Starbucks, pictures to follow.
Stay Tuned. . .

I made a sweet potato, red potato and shredded chicken curry for dinner over wilted spinach and Jasmine rice, Yum!!!!
It was a beautiful day today, worked some more on my knitting and am making frames for my new works, they are beautiful we have this fantastic new miter saw and it just makes it so much easier to do miter cuts!!
Dust bunnies multiply as fast as real bunnies.
{I have a friend she lives in roses, blooming and diminishing, who knows? she never notices
I can't get through to her, within the layer of armor she conceals what is true to her and only when convenient to her will she reveal,
but though I am dire I can't help but admire the strength in her straight shot heart and foresight mind
it never loses rhythm, never loses time
and its a mind I'd like to unwind, to take apart the cogs and wheels and see the mechanism that's inside
but what if I appointed the mind resolver, anointed, were to unlock the key and through the door find that the room is empty
no I prefer to live with knowing less then she is even showing while I can still abide by being by the side of a sister I can't entirely confide}
a poem or not