Saturday, April 25, 2020

The Low Road

Big A is cheating the puppies at play in this picture; I want the record to show that ðŸ˜Š. Also, despite a full day, it felt quite low. But also, I've been remembering Marge Piercy's poem, and plan to share it with the family tomorrow at dinner.

(In other news, birthday parties for KB and SS and a fougasse bake-along with PM and posse.)



at
Labels: , , , , , , , , , , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

my beautiful baby

 It has been a year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love.     There have been tears every day...

  • Wishing I were there...
    Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
  • So Far Away
    At had us pose for this pic  up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron  so he could put it up in his dorm.  "Don't tur...
  • Call them RIDs (Resolution Implementation Dates)
    I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...