July 30, 2013

The wren outside my study window cries “Israel! Israel! Israel!”

Downtown last night for the NC Stage previews. I sought out and sat in the chair I bought as a memorial for my mother. That made me happy.

Handsome John and his men came to whack away at the trees. New light on the east, less danger over Kelly’s yard and DJ’s roof. They dropped all the lopped limbs on the backyard roses, which, somehow, were not hurt. Let me say, nothing smells better than a man who has been working in the trees. One might go into the business just for that.