I seem to be spending too much time on the net looking for that illusive connection. When there is so much to do outside.
My artsie self struggles with the sportife and economist for time while remembering soft days and nights with warm hearts in those times before this internet thing.,
Hoping for a muse to ring that bell again.
If not that ... some good friends.
golf partners or someone to share a critique of a show.
who knows.
this place may help
may make me yelp
we shall see
as time unfolds
whats to be
hots or colds