This is one of the reasons I love you. How can the muse be gone if you can write like this? I was your mom, without the slums, not ahead of the landlord -- my parents were gypsies; their parents moved where the crops were, mostly, especially during the depression. They got into the habit. I took up the habit as well. It's the way life is. It feels exceedingly strange that I've lived in the same apartment complex for 3.5 years. One should move every 2 years or something's wrong. Something's wrong. Ah well. Here I am. The tethers are the same. Wherever I go, the older generation and the younger pull at me.