We will carry
the bag of red and yellow cherries
up the hill from the ferry
with the watermelon
and the beer.
We are all holding up pretty well, although Mary has a rough couple of weeks coming up and is ready to be done for the summer now. She will do just fine though. My youngest son cruises as always as though downhill in neutral, or wind driven. My Number One Son, I don’t see so much, but when I do he seems excited and confident. I know he is full of nervous doubt, but he also knows he can handle most anything. I am never sure about how my daughter is, but she seems to be getting through her classes with her usual crisis of the week. So all is well. I get 2 weeks off to sort a few things out before going into a summer of preschool with no paper work attached. Nice. Someday I will have a real vacation and then I will know what I am missing. I hope things are going well out there. The weather has been all big blue sky here, and we rush from building to building getting things done. What are we thinking?
“Did you see that Slum Dog won?”
“Yeah! What did you think of it.”
“I just love the music, and that English boy, he is very good.”
“Yeah I saw John Stewart interview him. I heard some people are upset about the title, you know “Slum Dog” is kind of a harsh term.”
“But, in India that’s the way it is, you know. They are treated like 4th or 5th class citizens. But we have our own ways of doing that here too. “
There you have it. Great music and the English boy is very good with a few harsh realities thrown in. Now I will have to see this one. We never get to talk alot at work as my Punjabi friend says, “A teacher’s plate is very full.”
It all had to do with the center of a cat’s smile
and empty parking spaces on top of a tall building.
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