somewhere beyond the sea...

somewhere, waiting for me... my lover stands on golden sands and watches the ships that go sailing...

monday night, macaroni shells stuffed with meat. a relaxing, time consuming process. beer in hand, bobby darin on the stereo, critters rough housing...

we'll meet beyond the shore... and never again I'll go sailing...

the hive...

Today henry and I are going to clean this joint up, go to the grocery store, do laundry that is long over due - it is actually marching itself to the washing machine right now... yes, and tomorrow - I think I will paint the remaining "raw" walls of the kitchen. I'm leaning towards a cream -- I think it was called Winston Churchill something-er-other. Yes, but in the morning I will be sober - you will still be ugly.

we little bees buzzing around the hive... bzzzz.....bzzzzz...bzzzzz....

Happy New Years!