today's my birthday, and ken surprised me with a solo getaway to the lake, so i'm writing a book chapter (!!!) on surrender with this as my view, spinach salad nearby and look, they have brought roasted scallops? this cannot be real. thank you, sweet ken.
"chicks, you change your tone with me right this minute. good. now get in your fence. i am going for a hike. here is my phone number. i'll be home for dinner, but you only get bread because my feet will be too tired for cookies. just kidding! we will have cookies."
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves. // Gabriel García Márquez