The bleeding heart is carefully sneaking into bloom. Wondering if it’s really spring. I feel the same way. There is still a hint of chill in the air.
As you may recall Carlton was a fanatic about picking up coins. I almost walked right by these bashed-up pennies that I saw in the street. But, no. Carlton is just sending a message from wherever he is. I had to pick them up.
The Twilight Zone
Damn, I wish I were 50 years old again. With decades ahead of me. With energy to spare. With a man to love. With summer jobs in parks. And winters in Hawai’i.
How am I going to survive life’s last act? Figure it out as it plays out I presume. Or take up drinking. Strike that.
Note to self: Come up with a plan.
The donuts are usually OK. Not nice hot out of the grease donuts. But, still pretty good. Never tried the prunes. And the muffins are fine.