Well, not really broken, but draggin’ ass across the yard to do more cleanup and of course, wounding myself in the process. But there’s something about the blood and the mud that brings a smile to my face, as if before it is time, the two are already blending together as they certainly shall some day. It is inevitable. It is life, and death.
I should really consider growing lilac trees as a business. I’m yanking them out of the lawn everywhere. And while they’re just off the roots of the main trees, I have carefully rerooted many over the years and given them away to anybody willing to take them. Yesterday, at my sister’s, I noticed that the two bushes I gave her just a few years ago are producing babies like mad. I snickered.
Neat day yesterday. Saw all my sister’s kids and their kids. We drove down in the Porsche and I felt "cool". Haven’t felt cool for a while. Of course, I would’ve been even cooler if he let me drive. Coolest, if he let me drive it alone. But it’s his toy, and he hasn’t had it out in fifteen years, so he’s getting some enjoyment out of it at least. We saw an Opel GT out on the road; I had me a bright yellow one of them. Back in 1970. Then in ’75 I got a ’69 Corvette. Red. With a roll bar.
I was cool then.
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