Detritus and Laughter in Postcards 4

I make these grandiose plans such as putting away the laundry or washing the dishes, and instead I read. Attempting to achieve some order in the 2015 archive, I fall asleep at my computer. I put the next years paper appointment book in order while awake….updated all the addresses too.

At least I laugh at myself a lot. Laughter is life saving and life affirming.

As the piles of detritus around me grows, I keep on laughing. I swear, though I put only one thing on a table or counter top, twenty messy things wait for me to .
The same is true of my computer innards. Every year I vow to begin the year in an orderly environment…here or there. Usually I succeed for a few moments. Unless I fall asleep at my computer rocking back and forth while driving G mad with the squeaking’s, the contents of my hard drive get moved into new homes or spaces labeled 2016.

I carry my baskets of jpgs, hither and yon. This year, I carry my docs basketed carefully in hope that someone would like to make a small chapbook from my Nazi articles. I need to reprint my poetry chapbook as I am down to only one copy. I do like an art form that is portable in multitudes.

As long as I stay awake, the detritus will shrink and the multiples will vanish leaving me laughing.

• Himself: Granddaughter Zoe gave grampa a fart gun. Enough said. LOL
• Herself: Enthusiastically still reading Crais. I don’t have them all and feel the loss. Pleased that Snapfish (HP) has given us an address link.
• Reading: Crais.
• Gratitudes: That I am here to laugh at G. That I am here to fa

Last updated December 29, 2015