You organized your music, I am so glad. Now you have a new keyboard that calls to you from the cramped space of our charming rented apartment. You have not spent much time with it because you have so many other projects left undone.

The book you are writing is finished, but you think it needs more. Pages have moved from dining table, to floor, and yes now, in the pantry.

The canvas I started because you were too busy, is still propped up by the wall with your oils in disarray. I think I will finish it myself.

At least I have the 4'X7' balcony that I spent very little money on, decorated with cheap plants I resurrected.
It is so beautiful in my little world big enough for two, but I am afraid you will junk up my little oiece of paradise, I call my Manhattan Balcony.