Saturday, April 12, 2014


Saturday as summer becomes just visible over the horizon.  Baseball.  Ikea.  Dogs and horses that roll in the dirt just so you have to clean them again.  Birds are trying to use the netting that held our sod from last summer for their nests.  It isn’t working for them any better than it did for us.

This is a different sort of April.  It’s the April that #1 is a senior.  I’m picturing a man in a kayak shooting rapids on a river in Idaho.  He can’t stop.  He can’t go back.  And it’s a blast.

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