“On Tuesday I’m bringing him to a club,” she said.
“A club?” I asked. “Like a bar? What’s a club?”
“Do you live in Las Vegas?” she asked.
“Not really,” I said. “I live here.”
Our friend is visiting from upstate New York. She came to help with the MLK parade. Today we went to the wetlands. I used up a lot of energy at the visitors center.
Then I was praying, sitting on this sunny bench. I was whispering to God. I was asking for help with certain things, being thankful for certain things. It felt really good, situating myself within my desires, figuring out what I need. But I forgot it all.
In our courtyard, a pipe broke, yesterday morning–water was bubbling up, under the picnic table. So people fixed it. I think I’m supposed to give them a present, but I don’t know what.
This sculpture I took a picture of, you can’t tell how big it is–it’s big enough that kids can play on it. I like the expression on the chick’s face and this huge egg.
This drawing I took a picture of for Ming because it looked like a trilobite. What do you think? Who knows really. Manhal, maybe.
This one delighted me, the hoow of the wolf?
Dogs are my least-favorite kind of people, for many of their traits, but kids are a favorite kind of people, for their creativity. Just their bad spellings alone are very beautiful to me. I want to learn how to spell worse. I want to not do the expected thing all the time.
