Found another pair of shoes and bought them. I wore them from beginning evening to ending evening - from, "It's still early" to "What do I want to do?" Maybe my Dad didn't work yesterday. I flipped flopped whether it was July 24 or 25. I submitted two applications and definitely put July 25.
His food digested before mowing the lawn and my Mom listened and he listened to each other and I listened above their heads. Still, with my Saucony shoes laced and wishfully shrinking a size around my feet. I had done things on the computer. I had planned ahead for the next day. Planned responses and transparent statements.
Man, that sun was still up and outside my window. A-HA! These are running shoes!
I did not know if Mark thought me melodramatic after our talk. What a guy to call on a drive homeward and ask to meet and talk. I have been on the verge of being asked to leave, staring at a lessening stack of greeting cards, admiring a growing Amelia, responding to a wedding invitation and just feeling a lot.
The running lasted as long as Gretle didn't hear a gun shot and bolted back. That was about 25 seconds. The road bubbles with tar on expensively hot days. I kind of didn't know how hot it had been here since I drove to two locations in Wooster and then two in Massillon. I turned a U turn and the little equal triangles were indented in the gravel.
There is a tree - maybe the closest to the mailbox - that struck me for itself yesterday. The trunk is as round as my calf ... let's say my right one. A first branch grows out between nine and 10 feet above the ground. This is small than either of my wrists. There is something you feel before you grab hold of a branch. Whether or not you know it will break. This one may.
You know Amelia hangs from the chin up bar. That's our exercise. Here it is outside. I've hoisted her up there like a ladder and she's hung.
What struck me yesterday is how she will grow heavier, I won't be able to raise her that high. But she will be growing bigger. Growing bigger but can't tandem to reach as high.
It is there are perfect times to meet and work together. That tree is not to climb without a ladder, but with my help and at a range of age, she will one day wonder how she did that.
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