Waylaid

I really was going to update this regularly. But, Life. It got kind of hard-still is and I didn’t want to turn this into a bitch-rant so, I didn’t blog. I just kind of came home after work and stared at my novel.

I was waylaid in the hospital for a few days the second weekend of September. Blood clots. My ancestors suck. I got every bad gene that ever went into any one of them. And probably a few of my own. Cripes. As my dad used to say.

Between then and now.

1. Pete moved to L.A. to try out the music industry. He helped a friend move there and was invited to stay with him. According to Pete, he offered some well received suggestions regarding some rap or hip hop or something being recorded by Will Smith’s nephew. I hope he manages to remain the same good guy he is now.

2. Sarah is having another poem published and has been asked to read it at a reception on Sunday for the publication of The Red Room: Writings from Press 1 which is compiled by a teacher she had at Drexel.

My kids amaze me. More about that in another post.

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