No, IC, not a tease... just doing the BB a huge favor. There's nothing WORSE in my opinion than amateur BAD poetry, unless it's amateur BAD songwriting. It's just something I'm having fun with. I've always kept a journal, but my journals have been like this BB, analytical, questioning, very intellectual, mind-oriented. I'm experimenting with just spontaneously urping out anything that occurs to me. It's very hard for me, because I've always looked for the "good grade." Even when I'm alone, I'm looking for the nod from the teacher. It's a good exercise.
Today (sorry, yankees) it's sunny with a bright blue sky, about 70 degrees outside... I have the windows and doors open, breeze blowing through the house, doggies and kitties going in and out at will, nice music on, puttering in the kitchen, doing laundry, getting ready to make my wonderful scrumptious beans... just nesting. In the past I always felt my nesting didn't count unless I was nesting for someone else, too, but that's not the way I'm thinking these days... I feel the opposite of homeless.
