after a while it becomes difficult to ignore that scraping on your skull.
when it becomes loud enough, painful and joyful enough, when one too many people have said they miss hearing your voice scribbled and typed, after clever essay upon clever essay has been read, once the winter has turned to spring and the evenings are a little longer and a little milder, once the true light on my pipe has taken and the blue grey smoke of an english blend fills my mouth, once the press has been pushed and the coffee poured, my fingers begin to type.
but it's been a while and i've never been one for over editing.
just enough to make it cogent. just enough to make it clear.
i'll tune it, sure. but it won't be fine. it'll be rough and unshaven. it'll be me.
6 comments:
Congratulations. I hadn't heard that the "it" inside Brooke's tummy had become known as a "he." Your first just should be a son...how fitting.
looking forward to reading your mental "scruff." check out mine if you're ever in the neighborhood and looking for something to read.
that is a very welcoming picture. I would like to drink your wine and your coffee please.
you'll have to stop by. perhaps we can open a bottle or brew a pot.
Tim, So good to hear from you! Yeah, I never found your xanga site either, probably for the same reason. Glad to reconnect. Tell Brooke and that active baby the Grovers said hi.
~Bethany
Great to see that you will be blogging, Tim! I'll be checking the Dog Eared Mug often.
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