Shotsnaps

We marched there and back to their bursts of unsteady pitch. Faces peered from windows.

Millie finally gives the harmonica rhythm a rest.

I'm pretty sure that they didn't overlook even one puddle.

One last snapshot of a hungry baby, to round out the batch.

It's late, and Blogger is cranky. He just ate all of the snapshots I posted. I'll come back tomorrow.

Our refrigerator reproaches me with its stark shine. I've taken our collage down--comics, pictures, and John's doodles all-- and no...

Friday afternoon, the park. Snapshots proof below. John and I (mostly John) spent Saturday sorting and packing up a few more boxes. The da...

Friday, we went to the park.

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Millie kept shouting, "PICKLES! I have pickles for sale! Do you want to buy any pickles, children?" She has great hope and even gr...

The other child ignored her, so Annika was her only customer, AND she paid with invisible money. What a rip-off.