things fall apart
Monday again. Yesterday I was really grumpy working on a grant. I got through the hard part and was happy, but I need to do the rest of it too.
I have a little apple juice in a little glass. It tastes like childhood. A summer when my aunt babysat us a lot.
"You can write about how someone tried to repair Quan Yin with cement. That was kind of a fail," Ming said. And the fence blew down in the windstorm. And the lid on the compost bin snapped again.
I have a little apple juice in a little glass. It tastes like childhood. A summer when my aunt babysat us a lot.
"You can write about how someone tried to repair Quan Yin with cement. That was kind of a fail," Ming said. And the fence blew down in the windstorm. And the lid on the compost bin snapped again.
posted by Laura-Marie @ 7:02 AM
2 Comments:
At April 10, 2017 9:08 AM,
Amanda Laughtland said…
I feel that way about apple juice, too. Did you ever have the kind that came in the little glass bottle shaped like an apple?
At April 24, 2017 8:41 AM,
Laura-Marie said…
Hey, no, I don't think I ever tried that kind of apple juice, but I've seen it and been intrigued. I think of apple juice as empty sugar calories now and tend to avoid it, but when I do drink it, it's a weird nostalgic treat!
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