A Knife's Edge
Entry 1 5:50 a.m. A movable crop. When a dog looks you in the eye and punches you with her paw, well, it's just the best. Sunday mornings are my favorite time. I get nostalgic. Today I am remembering driving around in the ridiculous convertible Camaro in California last Spring with the girls, going to In-and-Out burger, driving with Abby to Balboa Park and down to the Drive-In 10 minutes from the border with Mexico. Abby had a good time, in spite of being stuck with her dad, and I certainly made memories to last through my last days, or dementia, whichever comes first. I am intending to do some yard work this morning. Last night Abby and I schlepped the bucket with the mammoth sunflowers in it over to the fence. This allows the giant flowers a place to lean. The planter, a large red bucket, can't hold the top heavy plants without listing, nor without falling over in a brisk wind. The stakes I planted in the dirt when the sunflowers were half this size have been outgrown, an...