Odd Knobs

Posted on July 15, 2006 in Routine

Just about everything I do is cloaked in confidentiality — I cannot write about my student because of the literacy program’s requirement that I keep his identity a secret. Then there are the marvellous stories I hear in support groups. These, too, I must keep to myself though they would make excellent blogging material.

The rest of the time I perform the sundry tasks of a unemployed life: cleaning, walking the block, making notes for nothing, and going out to fetch medicines. I keep myself alive by watching the dvds that come in from Netflix and making mazes. So there’s not a lot to write about, unless I turn to the bars of light that reveal odd knobs of the past.