downhill writing

i just read some of the posts from the early months of this blog and they are much better written. full of showing not telling as every writing fan would say. so, what happens to a brain that makes it write worse? early dementia? perhaps. probably stress and obsessive thinking. this blog was supposed to be about our life in the city. but kindergarten is all i can think about right now. please stick with me, friends and family. i will get out of this rut soon.

it is thanksgiving eve. rich is out at the eagle tavern.
check out the website. no, things are not so bad that he is out cruising for gay sex--his band in playing there tonight. i would like to be there but couldn't find a babysitter. he is out laughing with his buddies, and my buddies too. drinking a whiskey drink with kim and andy and carl and mike and christa and maybe even hugh in a wheelchair. i am home making an apple pie and surfing the net for articles about spanish immersion. tomorrow is thanksgiving. there are homeless people just blocks from here, freezing under and beside the freeway. cars flow through on their way to see people in and out of town. is our friend out there sleeping in the cold dark with his shaggy beard? maybe tomorow i will take the kids around our neighborhood as rich snores off his hangover (if i am feeling generous--to rich) and we will give away some food. we have more than we need. there is a big big world out there, just walking distance from the little space we live in.