Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Eight
Day 1.
I gaze across the valley and set my eyes on the eastern ridge. I wish someone would just cut down those tall skeletal trees, those ghostly remains.
“This won’t last forever, but it’s wonderful while it’s happening.”
I look at my watch and realize it’s already after 9 o’clock. I am late.
I tell her that no, I have not yet found my Julie or Gracie or Cynthia.
He looks normal. Better than normal?
He introduces himself and says they will be coming to all of the games. That makes my heart happy.
A basket full of marinated meats and a block of maple walnut fudge.
He reminds me that it’s still early in the 5-year plan. All good things take time.
It’s still 94 degrees outside.
