I am cut-off from society, by choice, and enjoying the solitude. Not nutty, not so intense as believed. I'm an apron, having been used to hide children, dry tears, cover too large a man magnet when I am so shy. I write, read, paint, bead, sew, garden (on a balcony), and hate to be seen. That feat has been difficult in my life time, terrified of this world I find myself having entered at my own request. "What have I done?" How to answer that question is much like explaining middle C to one who has never heard music. So I write and put away all I have encount more...
