2012-10-11
Red rocket again
So, we start over
It’s Thursday and I’m off to my first band class. Rumour has it that my lips will fall off after ten minutes.
Lesson repeated until learned?
Or spiral?
Life seems a spiral
Much like the way the primary school curriculum is set up.
We move ahead but keep passing the same landmarks
Yet there are always new details
From my new aerie, I see the sea
Sparkling in the low winter sun
Low scudding clouds
Gulls wheeling high and far away
So we start over.
Last night at choir, Fred came by and offered a place to stay.
Joel called today about the potential working arrangements,
Chris called about a potential project in the condos on Don Mills,
I need to get the letter written for the Spinners Restaurant,
Tomorrow I see Joe at 9, invoice in hand – more work!