D minor in bathtub

The keyboard was intended for my brother-in-law, a scholar in literature of the distant past. He would have played lush classical pieces on the keys. Instead, The Fates sent this keyboard into my more humble and rough hands, from which I delivered it unto the Hell of instruments, The Attic. There, it remained, uncovered, wrapped only in its power supply cord, which Jared had purchased to save on batteries that otherwise powered this keyboard.

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A Visit to Valley Forge National Historical Park

A Visit to Valley Forge National Historical Park

We’ve been heavy into Revolutionary War since our December re-enactment tour. Last night Beren and I finished reading aloud We Are Patriots: Hope's Revolutionary War Diary, Book Two. In the story, Hope’s city, Philadelphia, is taken by the British. Meanwhile, Washington and his troops are headed to Valley Forge. It was a nice move to visit Valley Forge today.

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Self-portrait

Self-portrait

Around this time, I like to reflect on the previous year and the year to come. I did that a bit in November (Read my post: 12 - Struggle). Right now, I'm busy. Busy getting the business’ books in order from last year and moving forward. I spent part of New Years’ day romancing a bookkeeping program. Perhaps my financial future is in good stead for the coming year, but it sure felt like a flop of a way to spend New Years’ day.

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Dryer, Broken and in the Basement

Dryer, Broken and in the Basement

9:06 p.m. We’re on our way back from the grocery store. As we drive down the rainy road, I notice a mother in a window illuminated by florescent light. She loads her dryer. Her hair is tousled. She our neighbor down the way. Don’t really know them too well.

A partly dried lump of laundry waits in my dryer. When I arrive at home, I will run downstairs and turn the dryer back on. I will haul the groceries in on multiple trips through the never-ending mist and rain.

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