Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
21 June 2016
For now we sit under the shady trees.
Here's where we sit under the shady trees. They made an opening, for now, in the new fence, so even Ruby learned how to walk across the knoll and find the gap. So we can go to the field and walk around, for now. Everything is for now. Soon the whole school will be razed and something else put in. The neighbors are mad. We're resigned. For now we sit under the shady trees for a while. Because we can. For now, it doesn't get dark til late, for now, there's still some grass and still some trees. For now's better than never will be or never was.
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