this morning my dancer friend bought me treats at rosemont, and we walked in the sunshine and had coffee at her kitchen table.
i spent yesterday morning with my best pal on willard beach. in every photo i took of minnow, his tongue was out, and in most of them, his eyes were almost closed in pleasure.
how perfect that my mom sent me this poem yesterday:
"I started Early—Took my Dog—
And visited the Sea—
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me—"
now i'll sit here with the windows open and my cup of tea and get some work done that i put off all weekend due to the lure of the sunshine. mark is home from a quick kansas trip, and isaac is getting his gear together in preparation for a school camping trip next week. meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, zoë is preparing to leave india and fly to hong kong. isn't life strange and wonderful?