Fixer-Upper Report

My brain has been ping-ponging all over the place. I wish I could say that I have seized summer, that I have put together a new book length volume of poetry--or even that I've written lots of new poems. I wish I could say that I've written some short memoir-ish/short story pieces. I have not done any of these things. In the next month, I will need to write a paper for my Paul class, and finish a huge writing project for the next phase of candidacy in the process to becoming ordained. My hope has shifted to having time for Creative Writing in the fall.In the meantime . . . We are trying to get ready for guests next week for Music Week at Lutheridge, while at the same time, doing some stuff that the fixer-upper house in Spartanburg requires. My spouse is on his way there so that the inspection of the electrical rough-in can happen (I have to stay here because I have a dermatologist appointment in my every 3 months after a melanoma schedule). We went down there yesterday and came back…