Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Where the Blue Is Bluer
I catch myself looking past the beauty in front of me, searching for something more beautiful, more precious, more rare. Then wonder why I'm disappointed.
In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
1 comment:
Why is that stained glass familiar? Is it at Cooper and Irene's house?
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