i left my specs at work yesterday. all evening i kept going over my mental map of the clinic, trying to think where there might be a pair of cadet-blue acrylic specs lying around folded-up, but i cannot imagine where they might be. i even tried the game that goes, If I Were A Pair Of Cadet-Blue Acrylic Specs Where Would I Be? but it didn't help.
maybe when i go in this afternoon (on my day off, mind you) they will be sitting there like a happy letter, waiting for me. maybe also there will be mail for me there; i am expecting some.
(i am going in to the clinic on my day off because i have to interview a prospective volunteer. i am so sick of all my responsibility, i want to throw rocks.)
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:last night the boys came over for peach cobbler. it was beautiful & perfect.
bean talked about the seasons, & how her family never ate seasonally (&, let's face it, miami doesn't afford too much in the way of seasonal change), & she talked about how much she loves that right now is peach season, & we are going to enjoy it while we can. we will eat peaches because we can until we are absolutely sick of them, & then we will keep eating more of them until peach season is over. "& then we will not have peaches again for another year!" she said.
we have half a peck of peaches in a very-cute paper sack with paper handles, sitting on the red red kitchen table. the kitchen smells like heaven. the peaches will just go on reddening until we eat them all.
