Did I ever tell you that like half the people on my block are named Jane or some derivation of Jane? It's sort of hard to get used to but is way better than the cult-de-sac we used to live on where all the couples names rhymed. Brandy and Randy, Dawn and Ron, Nic and Rick. Although on that street there was also the coolest named couple ever, Harley and Twyla. I had to call the HOA about them once because the enormous flag they hung over their house was flapping so loud the babies couldn't sleep, but I've always hoped to use their names in a very Eudora Welty-esque short story about subdivisions.
Anyway, let me hereby report that I in no way shape or form have purposely cut any part of my body in recent months or ever including my wrists. I have fallen on my ass on ice at work like four times though, but I promise it was an accident almost all of the times.
And, not only am I not critically bleeding, I've actually found some things to not frown about.
|The $100 tree I bought last summer to put in the dog run only because they said it could handle the heat of being surrounded by pea gravel has these on it. They smell like honeysuckle, lilac and gardenia all mixed up in a yummy bucket of spring.|
|A 14-year old who not only goes on job interviews but looks damned good doing it.|
|A 12 year old with a school dance the same day as 14 year old's interview so I can take a picture of boys in suits. Even if they are Sears model shots.|
|Is there a market for watch models?|
|Look. At. The. Size. Of. His. Feet.|
|It's front porch season. Finally.|
|Because the floors were too clean and I simply had too much time on my hands.|
Thanks for waiting out the shadows with me. Here's to smelly trees, silly boys, porch swings and puppies.