snack bag

We saw a sign today saying TEMPORARY ROAD.  The paint was peeling off.  I know if I don't have a picture, it might as well not have happened.  The light turned green and we had to go.

People appreciated my poetry at a party last night.  I was too shy to read it, so a drunk person read it.

I sat in the car at a farmers market so Ming could walk around and be social while I hid.  "I prevented you from getting mobbed," he says.

I'm afraid the sunflower greens are past optimal harvest time and possibly getting bitter.  Oh wait--they're good.  Ming made me a snack bag, which is a thing.