You Seem To Have Found A Way To Bring Me Down To Make Me See Just How the Problem Is Mine. If You Would Like To Be A Person Making Me Feel Worse, Well You Can Get Behind Me In Line
Happier times in Lahaina The Worst Part Is. . . Last night Leiney drove Abby to acting, and Jenny and I spent the evening together. We planned to walk to Mio Posto on 55th and 35th and have dinner. As we were leaving the person showed up who we gave the sleeper couch my mother had given us back in 2008. (She bought it so she could spend the night at our Renton home and not drive down from Marysville 2x a week to care for the kids. We schlepped it to California and back, to our apartment on Gwinn--where it sat largely unused in the giant sun room, and then here, where again, it sat largely unused in the office. I guess I'm explaining because I feel terribly guilty about giving away this artifact-one last touch point connecting me to my mother's memory. Apparently, they hauled the couch on top of a car, we didn't stick around to see how that worked, but we know it did.) We walked over to the bridge at Ravenna Park, when I realized I ha...