22 July 2005
My mom said that working on our yard, mowing and weeding and all that, would make it feel like ours. It didn't; after all of last season, I still felt like I was going to have someone run out and shout, "Hey! You damn kids! Get away from there!" when I was
Yesterday afternoon, our old college friend Twig was in town, so he came over and hung out, and that was good. He was still very much Twig. We didn't talk about all the same stuff as we would have in college -- we didn't own houses when we were in college, didn't have grandparents whose aging was becoming more clear. But you can extrapolate from a curve, and Twig is Twig is Twig.
Okay, so a few days ran away with me. Tired. Handling things a bit at a time, as I can manage it. I sold a story, or rather, a series of linked very-short stories. "Things We Sell to Tourists" will appear in a future issue of Aeon. So that was definitely very good.
Today we'll have some more college friends in to see
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