The shop lady’s smiling face makes my morning.
I forward my translation of the poem to a couple of friends and they agree that it's grand.
We take the long path through the woods. I listen to my daughter's excitement over the last book of the Ink Trilogy, enjoy the sight of periwinkle flowers and green beeches and make sure I don't run out of breath.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
My friend from the office and I share a blissful moment of complete understanding of what we are saying to one another. We look at each other and smile.
I am amazed by Em’s report about an art project that nine classmates had agreed to put together but eventually only two showed up, Em being one of them, and did the work that challenged their creativity and gave them a sense of accomplishment. Way to go, girls!
I answer the phone only to realize that the caller and I are standing 2 minutes away from each other and that this is one of those meant-to-be happy meetings over a cup of decaf.