Marklewood could certainly use a little updating, remodeling, or at the very least, a dust and a spruce. If Jon and I are finally emerging from the emotional paralysis of financial woes, any changes might perk us up. They might signal that we are embracing the concepts of future and hope. The mechanics of our daily routine might, by default, become more efficient. If we should have visitors such as Evelyn or Janet, any perceived message would be positive, and not the gloomy lackluster mediocrity that has made both our separate and joint convalesces disturbing and worrisome.
via Tartuffe’s Folly, or Words of Redemption for Our Dear Prometheus | Mark Dylan Sieber’s Quirky But Humble Anecdotes, Reminiscences, and the Soul’s Aesthetic Bijoux. The Latter Can Stir One’s Loins, Provide a Day’s Hope, and Nourish Friendship … the Most Soulful of the Universe’s Gifts. The Twelve Noble and Apostolic Pusses Would Agree. Some Nights Either They or I Might Post Ponderances. That is, If the Sunset is Indigo and Marklewood is Still. Just Maybe..