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Thursday, 6:04 am

By Kate

Sep

15

2005

light rain

The lad came home late last night, after a cross country meet and the victory celebration/dinner afterwards—so I was not up and at ‘em when he walked through the door and dropped his gear on the sofa in the living room. Where it still sat this morning.

Out of the corner of my eye, a scrap of fabric in the lad’s duffel bag registered the thought, “This doesn’t belong.”

Upon closer examination, I’d say it’s a rather incongruous pairing. What the heck is that doing in there? I can’t wait to hear this story.



 

What I like about today

Thursday, 3:56 am

By Kate

Sep

15

2005

light cloud

Trash Day
This morning I shall drag *stuff* to the curb and someone will magically make it disappear. Although the amount of trash I haul out to the curb has greatly diminished in the last couple of years (as I recycle and compost more), it is still one of my favorite days of the week. Quite often I can skip a week, but there is still something about having someone take my stuff away that just pleases me to the bone. It’s a small thing.

Early Start
I woke up before the sunrise. I’m still waiting for the sun to rise, as a matter of fact. I’ve already been out to buy my newspaper and a pound of ground coffee. The lad still sleeps and it’s as quiet as can be in the house. Abbie and Terry are still asleep, too.

I saw
At the new condos over by Dunkin Donuts, there was a man out walking his dog. He was a large man, at least 6’5” tall. At the end of his leash was a teeny tiny black and white mutt dog. Not much larger than one of the man’s feet. I might have expected such a large man to be slightly less than delicate, but his love for his dog showed in his careful and gentle movements.