things are good.
we walked the pup all the way to town and back. a major first.
he is so good.
anna has poison ivy on her face and it's brutal.
she may have a touch of the allergic like her sister jo-jo.
the lawn guys are mowing next door (contrary to town ordinance, i might add...)
but i'm not being driven off of the porch.
i had such good intentions for this lazy un-busy weekend,
and so few of them have been followed through upon.
i'm resigning myself to that.
somewhat.
tim is picking out the new mattress that my parents bought us for our anniversary.
we may end up with a grown-up bedroom after all.
i've had beautiful block-printed pillowcases put away
and now perhaps,
our room will be worthy of them.
although it has not become less crowded since the pup came.
abby and emma are ganging up on the local chipmunks lately,
and it just started to rain.
the asphalt of our driveway smells warm and dusty from the rain,
and it makes me remember being young.
being young and coming out of the pool and shivering
and stretching out toes to fingertips on the hot pavement around the deep end,
moving over in foot-wide increments as each spot underneath me cooled off.
i made my annual pair of shorts today,
out of jeans i don't wear anymore.
my legs are bruised and pasty and my knees are knobby.
but i wore the shorts, anyway.
charlie sleeps at my feet
and doesn't seem to mind the mowers as much as i.
or the rain,
or much of anything.
he ran home off lead from grove street on,
through the woods,
up to our house and around back to the porch.
he knows home.
already.
good boy.
more soon.
xo,
tt
