July 20, 2014

I was weeding before the rain, and the plants I pulled up are still green from having the rain fall on their exposed roots, and do not yet know that they are dead.

Moon landing anniversary. I was a Playground Supervisor then at King School, and was going to bed after a long day, when my dad made me come to the living room to watch it on TV, saying, as he seldom did, “You’ll remember this forever.” He was right. It was dark and silver.

Will is refinishing the floors at 62, which means, I suppose, finally settled in my mind, that the deal is a done deal. Levels of relief!