By Emily Dickinson
She slept beneath a tree
Remembered but by me.
I touched her cradle mute;
She recognized the foot,
Put on her carmine suit, --
And see!
--------
On the way home from dinner with us last night, Daniel's car got rear-ended on a highway exit ramp into the car in front of him. He and Cahaya are both fine, as was everyone else in what ended up being a four-vehicle collision, but his car has damage both in front and in back -- the latter worse, involving serious damage to a tail light and the panel to the right of the bumper. Tomorrow insurance is going to give an assessment; the police were on the scene, so there is a report.
So this afternoon following a quiet chore-filled morning, we went to Green Lake, walked the dogs with him alongside gorgeous cherry blossoms and lots of daffodils and tulips, stopped for drinks at Chocolati, and drove him to a friend's to pick up the friend's key because Daniel is going to feed the friend's cat for a few days while the friend is traveling; it's right by the bus stop on his way to work. Now we're home watching Shogun, which is very well done. Some photos from our walk:
No comments:
Post a Comment