The Laundry, the children, the art
Still slowly learning and building ideas
They pile on top of each other
on top of me.
As if they were the unfolded laundry and I
the couch being buried underneath.
Though ideas are a lot more fun to contemplate then the afore mentioned pile.
Pile seems too small and sturdy a word for the monstrosity of cloth ….
I focus on the other stuff
the learning of new things