The grey cold days,
of February,
are slowly coming to a close,
March and April,
will be better,
warmer,
lighter and,
crazy busy.
Liquidating the stock,
in the bookstore,
moving on,
to bigger and brighter things,
I hope
A renaissance,
Spring,
a shot in the arm,
to the ole bookish butch.
For the time being,
I’m standing still,
and,
that is making me,
a little nuts,
a little touchy,
a little hard to take.
I’m trying,
really trying,
and,
sometimes,
I wonder if people know,
how hard,
such a change can be.
I’m scared,
I’m broke,
my teeth hurt,
woe is me
Can you hear the violin concerto??
But, seriously,
I apologise for being,
such a self absorbed,
pain in the tuckus,
my poor long suffering,
mother,
my girlfriend,
who must,
sometimes,
wonder,
what happened to her,
strong, confident, suave butch.
I’m still here,
I promise,
and,
as the saying goes,
“it will get better”
I’ll get better,
I promise.
At least the Habs,
are playing some decent hockey,
and,
I had a really nice family brunch,
on Sunday.
This Thursday,
my ex is taking me to see,
wait for it
…..
The Indigo Girls!!!!!
My Christmas present,
should be fun,
to be amongst,
like minded people,
a bunch of,
over thirty-five year old,
dykes,
singing,
Closer I Am To Fine,
oh yeah,
will chase,
some fears,
some cobwebs away.
Yesterday, I found a bunch,
of Susan Hill,
ghost stories,
lying in front of the bookstore,
the one I have started is,
The Mist In The Mirror,
it’s really good.
Have any of you read Ms.Hill?
Do you like her?
I’d like to know.
Well, let’s keep on keeping on.
Later girls,
BB
