Here Comes the Sun
Why is it when there's a child around, the days seem so much busier and fuller? Memories of yesterday look like one of those old Family Circle cartoons of the dotted-line tracks behind a little kid that scribble back and forth in curlycues across the page, up trees, across creeks, accompanied by dogs, jumping here, lying down in the creek there. The entire page of memory is filled with no empty space.
Maybe that's why I'm so tired this morning, and so behind. I gotta go.
Comments
Love the fairytale illustration photo - I'm sure that's what the countryside feels like at her age.
Posted by: Jean | August 25, 2006 5:30 AM
How was the PB and tomato?
When I was small (as many years ago as you) my dad used to make a sandwich by putting lots of mayo on a slice of bread, covering that with crushed potato chips, then three slices (lengthwise) of banana and the other slice of bread.
Posted by: Mike Moak | August 25, 2006 9:22 AM
Photo looks like something out of "The Sixth Sense". Cute and scary at the same time.
Posted by: Jim | August 25, 2006 10:05 AM
Enjoy, dumpster. Tell'em hallo for me.
Posted by: nate | August 25, 2006 10:30 AM