Good Bones

The front room before I moved in.

Hello everyone,

I hope all is well,

in your little corner,

of the universe.

I am well,

I am happy,

I am no longer in my,

early fifties,

well into my mid-fifties,

bordering on the late,

and you know,

I am absolutely good with that.

I have my new place,

I have been here,

three weeks,

and every day,

a little more of my,

personality appears,

in this lovely place,

with the buttercream walls,

the hardwood floors,

and the good bones.

Georgie also likes it,

more about birds and squirrels,

than good bones,

but, still…

My birthday, came and went,

it was lovely,

gifts, wishes, and lots of love.

The weather has been Summer like.

A few days of golden sun,

light blue hazy skies.

I haven’t written in a while,

things are good,

when things are weird,

or bad, I feel more compelled,

to write to blog,

but when things are good,

I am contented,

not ecstatic,

good and comfortable.

work is good,

life is good,

all is good.

I am content in,

my flat,

with the good bones.

Be well you all.

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream


Leave a comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *