I would then suppose that seeing my work accepted by edited publications is not one of the reasons that I write.

April is poetry month, and I have not decided whether I really want to write a poem for each day. Didn’t make it for November, but I came close. If I don’t get one for each day, perhaps I will upload all of them at once to a dedicated “Poetry Month” page. Take some of the pressure off, to write one every day.

My youngest sister is doing well and should be ready to go home, soon. Our mother will undoubtedly feel much more relaxed, once that happens. She was right, evidently, when she said that one never quits being “Mother.” It never ceases to amaze me that so many people are willing and able to commit to parenthood and see it through for almost all of their adult lives. What a calling!

My list included notebook computer, replacement battery for the old Lenovo, a winter parka or hooded coat, shoes (my having worn out and tossed away all but my “funeral” shoes), a frying pan and covered wok, and undergarments. I’ve now purchased all but two of the categories on my list, and I am pleased.

I am surprised by how much larger the notebook computer seems. The keys are large, and there is a real keypad, for a change. I had missed that on both the netbook and laptop. Not that they’ve all come home to roost, mind you! UPS tracker shows my battery as wandering the streets of Salt Lake City, looking for eastern North Dakota.

It’s odd, though, what one will do without for the sake of immediate convenience. Priorities are not always as one might expect.