First the root grows down
Yesterday I applied to the University of Pittburgh.
Today I planted some grape hyacinths in the front bank.
The second one felt much more like planning for my future than the first one.
"You're saying I'm crazy?" She asks, over coffee.
"You believe that you're the reincarnated son of the egyptian goddess Bast," I say carefully.
"Yes, but I don't expect anyone else to," she counters.
"True," I acknowledge.
She makes a face. "Too many sugars."
Today I planted some grape hyacinths in the front bank.
The second one felt much more like planning for my future than the first one.
"You're saying I'm crazy?" She asks, over coffee.
"You believe that you're the reincarnated son of the egyptian goddess Bast," I say carefully.
"Yes, but I don't expect anyone else to," she counters.
"True," I acknowledge.
She makes a face. "Too many sugars."