It is an odd time - out of pattern. I have all the furniture moved away from a big wet spot in my carpet at work (to keep the wood from being damaged by the moisture) and will be getting new carpet Monday. Apparently the roofers made a mistake with the new roof, something about the gutters, and water seeped down inside the walls when it rained last week and made the floors wet. Bob is working hard on a script for an Alamo battle reenact ion for his kids to do at the PTA meeting Thursday night. I'm sitting up late waiting for him to send me a draft to edit and admire. K.K. and I are both looking forward to the weekend, when we will have some time alone together, visit Katz' (which never klozes) for the first time this year, go clothes shopping and book shopping, visit the farmers' market and go to an original ballet at her company's studio theatre. I have trash cans full of weeds lined up by the curb and plan to do a little more weeding in the morning before work. The garden, so far, grows and the babies' trees thrive. Tomorrow begins the April poem a day challenge on Poetic Asides, a writing blog I follow. I intend to write my poem a day to the prompt of the poet in charge of that blog, Robert Lee Brewer. I'll post my poems here - and have one from today for a head start.

In Justice

Justice is a valuable concept,
essential in human affairs,
crucial in creation and mediation
of games, rules, laws, structures.

Justice is a dangerous concept
when applied to cosmic questions
irrelevant to who starves, feasts,
suffers, dances, cries, lives, dies

Victoria Hendricks March 31, 2009

I also want to start posting quotes again and will today, with one new to me:

A hero is someone who understands the responsibility that comes with his freedom.
Bob Dylan