My computer is Dead.I am at my mom's house, using her laptop. Have to admit, I am reading more since i have no computer!Reading things like Billy Collin's Sailing Alone Around the Room (I think that's what it's called.) I can think of a friend who would love the first poem about a barking dog even though her nemesis the neighborhood barking dog was recently put to sleep.I have also read Lady Windemere's Fan by Oscar Wilde. Hilarious! And so is Billy Collin's poetry. And I am reading Mere Christianity by -CS Lewis? right?- and it's so intelligent and perceptive about the nature of humans. And I finished reading a book about concrete poems today- not poems about concrete, but poems about words that are arranged and typographed (is that a word?) to be a poem. Okay, so it's a children's book, but still, it's a book, and I felt like adding that to my well-read list here of the past couple days without a laptop.I have been to several thrift stores looking for treasure, and though I have not found any, I will continue my quest.I have been to the library twice, and I am collecting DVDs to educate myself visually on my upcoming trip to Europe- specifically Sweden and either Prague, or Dubrovnik, or....So I am reading poetry, and maybe some day I will actually not just write and create art regularly, but my work will get known and appreciated, and it will have a life outside of me & my (dead) laptop, and I will once again feel that assurance that I was right when I was 14 and thought I'd grow up to be an artist of some kind. I like the Me that I am, and it's all good really, I love my life (despite how hard it is to be a parent.) Yes I love my life, it's just I feel in my gut that I have a lot to say and well, somehow, I can paint it or write it or say it or Something, to Someone, and so be that Somebody I knew all along I was, you know?