Hey Boo-Boo, I think I spy a pic-i-nic basket!

[alee_grrl]

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

Comments

[untonuggan]

I have done nothing poetry related, pretty much, except read what people post on dreamwidth. I am in full-on survival mode with this whole moving process. I'm just hoping it will be over soon, or at least we'll move on to phase 2: under contract.

[alee_grrl]

::hugs:: I completely understand full-on survival mode. May things move forward with the move and house buying/hunting process soon.

[bookblather]

Good luck. Moving swallows your soul a little bit; I hope it ends soon.

[untonuggan]

So that was why my soul felt lighter! I was wondering...

It ends 30 June, when the unpacking begins. /o\ But at least there is some downtime between now and then, because I now know at least *where* I'm moving.

Thanks for the well wishes.