Today I made a fresh peach pie before work. Made the crust, peeled the peaches, everything. And it is delicious.
And now, a word from Bear
It appears to be a swear word.
Y justicia para todos
For a week, there was a flag in the elevator. For a week, I (silently) said the Pledge of Allegiance every morning when I left for work. In Spanish. The flag appeared after the Fourth of July. For two days it laid across the top of the small white board. Then someone figured out how… Continue reading Y justicia para todos
Balloon people
The kind people working on the building next door are still at it. But (victory!) they took down the sad string of dead balloons. And then the neighbor put out new dying balloons. Is that, perhaps, the only way the occupants can find their home? Were they planning on hanging new balloons out the window… Continue reading Balloon people
Warn Gloria: The rhythm is coming
Bearcat became paranoid by a rustling plastic bag that I picked up off the floor. My conversation with the cat: Me: “Are you afraid it’s going to get you?” Bear: Wide-eyed panic. Me: “Is it the bag? The sound? The rhythm? Is the rhythm going to get you?” Bear: Runs away. So it must be… Continue reading Warn Gloria: The rhythm is coming