Thursday, April 12, 2012
As I grocery shopped this morning, I hummed along to Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians singing about philosophy as the talk on the cereal box, and thought about how much I’d enjoyed the previous song, too; then it hit me: I am now the target age for grocery store Musak. Ahem.
Cal got his first pair of lace-up shoes today. He can’t tie them on his own, yet, but proudly wore them on our evening walk. The same sambas I had at some point along the way. Some good things never change.
There is someone in the neighborhood who plants buckets full of daffodils and tulips every spring, then changes them out for daisies later in the summer. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see them. We don’t walk that direction the other months of the year, but never miss it for the flowers in warmer months.