Saturday, August 17, 2019

I think it's going to be OK.

Dog sitting at my soon-to-be new home, I took Principessa (Prince) for a walk yesterday. When we came in from the alley, I saw the little Orphan Reds on the picnic table, resting after having cleaned  their new dollhouse.


On our walk, I heard people laughing on the patio of a neighborhood bar; I saw three black guys chatting in a barbershop whose window advertises FADES; someone was mowing the lawn with a push mower; I tried to get keys made at a hardware store four blocks away, but it closes at 6; and two middle-aged women sitting in their yard said hello to me.

I slept fitfully––new noises (but no one yelling), smells, not my bed––and woke this morning to hear children playing outside--something I never heard in my old place. 
Geese were honking overhead too--fall is coming. My favorite season.

The little reds slept in the dollhouse, and I heard them talking and laughing for a long time, but then... silence. 
I guess it's going to be OK here.