i have these single framed images in my head from today. phoebe in the back seat of leila's car, the old, old man in his wheelchair in his shabby home, the street man with a black garbage bag slung over his shoulder eating a sandwhich while he walked along the street, looking down into the lower meadow thru the trees and seeing lynn, mo and kathy with all the dogs, carl framed in the darkness against the light of the open barn doors, jack falling off the counter, (Deb's fault, not mine) deb holding freddy in her arms, thomas our new little man with his funny pidgeon toe'd duck feet, making friends with bill, and finally, michael with a huge dinosaur smoke bone, too overwhelmed to even consider anything except looking at it in awe.
it was a good day as long as i stopped thinking and just looked around.
she's used to it, she falls off my bed at least once a week. she likes the follow up guilt, good treats!