June 28th, 2015

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Today is a good day. I drove C to the laundry and we just talked all the way, she was not being a prickly teen, I was not being a lecturing mom. It was good.

Then on the way home I slipped into that vague place you do when driving, and I realized I was smiling. And then that I was thinking of words and story, and that somehow the faucet had twisted to on. And that was good.

And now I am home, and the men at the barbershop are outside, I can't hear what they are saying but they are talking about something that delights them. I can hear the rumble of their overlapping voices and then laughter- belly clutching, near pants-wetting laughter. They do this every weekend. Sometimes they cook out on the sidewalk too. Hazel likes those days, they give her things.

So I suppose I am easily pleased. Mike is going to visit his mom tomorrow, I don't have to go. C is going, and bringing a friend. I can stay home and get things done here like floor mopping, with less people underfoot.

And write. I am working on the extremities thing...

And an early modern kid-fic. I don't want to say more than that because the Jello has not yet set. When it takes shape you will be the first to know.

So how are you all doing? How is your Sunday shaping up. I guess some of you are into Monday almost by now....