New life.

 

 

 

10 – 15 is about how long I can stand listening to myself.

But I could listen for days to how ball players picked their number, or their number picked them.

 

You see I could tell you about my day

but it was the drive home that was it  –>  from the start

with the wedding dress statue lady on first corner

followed by a way late pedestrian (rare here)   & quickly

three very grown men blowing big bubbles across Railroad

one of which I caught out the window by hand,

then a detour but no one was working   &

thought I saw Paul walking by St. Paul’s but it wasn’t him

yet he made me look up seeing a lone popped wheelie   &

“running man” slowly ran by

the bay   –>

it was weird because the rest of the ride seemed pretty much normal ’till

I pulled in to see the gift of several major trees/limbs that needed attention now majorly altered by professionals with skills,

the sun hit my cheek   pull the brake.

See I could tell you about my day but it’s only happening right now.