there once was a girl

There once was a girl
who liked to look at flowers
Though not in patterns

Only planting and
growing and in her sewing
But never on walls

What? you ask in frightful dismay. Trying to somehow make sense of the crazyness. Me too. Today, this week, this month I have spent way too much time just trying to make sense of it all. The book I'm reading says that you need to... yes, it's come that far - I'm reading a self help book. Well, let's just say it has given me some coping skills. Hopefully I'll cope long enough and not drive others too crazy.

Need to help a boy download his creative works.

Good night moon - and oh how big and bright you are tonight.