dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Saturday, April 04, 2009

drunk

The neighbors are having a party. The music is loud. I get the feeling it will continue until bedtime and beyond. Meanwhile, we're supposed to be training. I guess tomorrow.

We made a huge stir fry with broccoli, broccoflower, carrots, onions, green garlic, garlic, and ginger. It's super good. We went to farmers' market today, the one here in Arden.

Yesterday we went to McKinley Park so Erik could run and I could walk. On the way home on the freeway, we were in a small accident. There was no damage, but we had to pull over. Strangely, the driver didn't come out to talk to us--his passengers did instead. "That's not bad," a passenger said, seeing the dent on the side of our car that was already there. "That was already there," Erik said.

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