oh hi. I am writing to you for the week. it's turned into something like that. I am becoming so predictable-I think I have domesticated. hahaha ha. boston town has warmed up, but it's all wet. we live next to a lovely pond where people fly fish and jog and deal drugs in the bushes. a new flavor from coolidge corner land of trader joseph's and community composting workshops.
Abby's favorite thing to do is get lost navigating the city streets and my favorite thing to do is to hold the city map (it's an atlas really) and go "uhhh..." I am trying to teach her how to use public transportation.
man what can I tell you. I got a haircut. I'd show you, but my camera is still mad about that armpit incident. I am reading some trippy stuff-lots of nonfiction, but it's summertime now and I'm ready for a novel. any suggestions?
