homemade jam is still the best
A difficult day driving around town endlessly seeking the right price for… nevermind, the details are boringly snoreworthy. Stress, headache and shaky hands were the consequence of spending more hours and cash than planned.
Necessary repairs having restored our wheels to unobstructed revolutions, we caught the last ferry home in time for a flurry of preparations for the evening’s scheduled program of groovy tunes and homemade jam. Monday’s magic triumphed, the prevailing winds held true as I struggled through personal power failures and slipped gears in my confidence drive.
Life is easier than I thought but harder than I dreamed.
