Note to self:
It's not enough to
keep a calendar; one must
also look at it.
Shoot shoot shoot.
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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Shoot. Happened to me too! I love this snipett of motherhood 2010
ReplyDeleteCan someone invent a calendar that speaks very loudly? And personally? Something like, "Hey Bridge! Pay attention! You've got a meeting with so and so in an hour!"
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