Spring has sprung in the bush. Here, It's bright enough to burn you and cool enough to shiver in the shade; nearly everything is green and invariably sweet-smelling. It is so damn beautiful my eyes are watering as I write this. Life, in forms that I don't even want to imagine, erupts from the desert floor in all its nauseating glory. I like to think it's eternal somehow. Nirvana for little birds. Like mental butter for english muffins on the spiritual plane.
I'm dragging my feet on the Florida move. Any sense of urgency has dissipated, I figured out there weren't as many strings tying me down here as I thought. My connections are purely sentimental. The last thing to figure out is the insurance situation. On the guitar nut front, I arranged to have my new Marshall Class 5 ( the delivery of which I'd been awaiting since early November) shipped to my Dad's in Ft. Lauderdale. So now I have to go.
I'm dragging my feet on the Florida move. Any sense of urgency has dissipated, I figured out there weren't as many strings tying me down here as I thought. My connections are purely sentimental. The last thing to figure out is the insurance situation. On the guitar nut front, I arranged to have my new Marshall Class 5 ( the delivery of which I'd been awaiting since early November) shipped to my Dad's in Ft. Lauderdale. So now I have to go.