Morning lights coming through the cracks in her door and i think for a second, maybe her light is on! she is still here!
Then, I see her dirty towels in the bathroom! :) and I am a mess.
She is not my daughter gone to college. She is my sister and I am having to relearn how to do life without her here.
Oh. And the puppies totally miss her too.
Just finished this book. It hastens my desire to travel out west. There is so much to do and so little time to do it! I want to camp under the stars where you can see them falling through the sky! I want to trade thinking about door hinges and leaking faucets for jumping up and down on an empty highway and screaming songs to the trees.
Take big bites;
Moderation is for monks.” —Robert Heinlein. Written on white napkin. Given to Natalie, Robby and Nolan and me at Chango Loco from a man who, while sitting at his table by himself, heard me (accidentally) say “doo doo” when everything got quiet in the restaurant. Love it!
At the airport on wednesday I saw this super hipster guy. He had the feathered hair, like Farrah Fawcett, and big nerdy glasses and his clothes were cool and he had converse on, but I was so thrown off because he was wearing the UGLIEST BACKPACK. It was so ugly. And he had a stupid little key chain on it that he hung his Coke bottle from.
Well, I ended up behind him in line and saw that his back pack said “Dugati” on it. I thought “Isn’t that a really seriously expensive bike that Aaron thinks is super cool.”
Looked it up
It was. And so that guy is either trying to look rich (not cool) or is rich with a dugati (still not that cool).