Tongues and Sounds

Mason, R.'s five year old nephew, pronounces my name as such: Wahr-wah. He grins as he says it, dimples from here to Nebraska, and then asks to play trains.

I drove by the apartment on the way to Memorial Park yesterday, and then on the way to Sarah's, too. Is that creepy? I hope not. I just wanted to check and make sure it was real, a visual pinch if you will. Sometimes I feel like life is too good to me and I am waiting to wake up from this dream that I must be having.

Society garlic left a spicy juice on my fingers all of last night. Its' purple is such a nice color, especially at dusk.