Saturday. Noon. We painted the deck, mowed the lawn and reorganized the spare bedroom. I thought about what to do to get the garden started. And admired the tulips.
6:34 pm, our backyard neighbor, Mr. Woodchuck came out for dinner. He is the size of a large rabbit. Maybe even larger.
6:55pm Douglas plays a song and yells "son of a bitch" every time he screws up. (often)
6:57pm Douglas yells YEAH loudly.
6:58pm I sit upstairs typing and listening to the music-- both piano and vocal.
