But I won't go there; I am my own mental control board. And in fact, I have something to turn my attention to: This morning I was looking at some things I unearthed in my basement clean up and clean out. I found such a lovely poem written by my son when he was little and not constantly busy. I took a picture of it and of an old photo of us. I'll be keeping these mementos for a while more.
Here's to sweet times and to the music that is always a gift.
|No, you're outta sight, boy o' mine|
How's that for a pick-me-up? Now Ah am heeealed!