Decided to do an arts and crafts show out of town on April 21st.  :) or :(.  Hehe.

Now to get busy. 


Sometimes that little voice creeps in... that says...you don't belong here.  I don't belong here. You know? I feel like gosh I am almost fifty. It seems somedays no matter how hard I work, how nice I am- it's not enough or it's not right. I wish I knew more, but at the end of the day. I just don't.



Van Morrison said it best in Astral Weeks, 1968.

Ain't nothing but a stranger in this world
I'm nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high in another land
So far away, so far away.