This concludes my endeavour to write a poem a day for the month of April. This final poem tries to capture my surprised delight at having succeeded.Read More
The kids are off to school. Lunches are made, and the dog has been walked. Check. Dishes are put away. Counters wiped. Check. Check.
It is almost time to sit down and do the work.
Later this morning, I have to make a trip to the dump. Our backyard is a mess of basement renovation debris. Carl, our dog, keeps getting his lead tangled in scrap wood and garbage bags stuffed with drywall scraps. Clean up is long overdue. For now, I wait for the truck and the help to arrive.
Right now it is time to do the work. Just about.Read More