Finegan's Boys

Today is Thursday and it is cold and the rains have ceased. The Florida humidity combined with the cold makes for a miserable cold. The Camry is down at the shop, I am waiting for the call  for the shuttle to return and pick me up. This afternoon I will go down to the gallery and drop off the two prints for tomorrow. I will try and decide if I should likewise take more. I will probably take the basket of extra prints down when I go tomorrow to volunteer from 11 to 1.
I rewrote the poem above, Finegan's Boys and the Falling Creek, after Shannah Hodge said she liked it up until the 6 men carrying. Trying not to be so depressing in my poetry, but hard.
I am a depressing person even though I come across as jolly and carefree.
But, that is where input is appreciated. It helps us gauge and adjust, fine tune. When all we get are ignores or likes, we either delete or print more, the likes deceiving, the ignores deceiving. Comments help immensely.

I took Melanies Camry in at 8:30 and by 3:30 no call. I call and they said they would send the shuttle out. By 4:30 and no shuttle. Numerous calls later I am beyond frustration so I get Jordon to take me in to pick up the durn car. I started to unwind upon the service men but what was the use. I then went by the nursery to see if they were open, naturally, two til five and they were closed. I was going to buy two camellia plants for Valentines day. Tomorrow before 11 I hope they are open. Then I went from there downtown to see if the Art League people were there setting up, to help. Saw no one. Came on home. Jordon had gotten Kens so I ate, then went up onto Rossi Road hill to shoot the full moon. No planes or birds intersected.
Came back home around 7pm.