Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Sixty-Five
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These dreams. These dreams.
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Cold feet. Warm slippers. The sound of my own feet shuffling on the slate tile.
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Should I eat more? I should eat a little more.
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But can we leave?
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The cloud reminds me that it was 8 years ago that I made my first trip to California. The pictures are of golden hills and oaks and ivy at J winery. And here I am, now.
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Watery yellow sunshine.
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I stand at the top of the ladder and look through the roll-up at the glistening vineyard below.
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Am I moving slow or is it just a lot of work? Maybe a little bit of both.
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“See, homeschooling.”
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But maybe it’s just because I am seeing everything with fresh eyes and so I have no preconceived ideas about capabilities. I think to myself that one’s inability to perform might be more about the person in charge of setting the conditions for performance.
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Really miss walking around town.
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Could be worse. Could be better.