Vein of My Existence
Sun shoots through stark naked branches.The criss-crossed shadows explode below like swollen and varicosed veins painting the road.The path ahead of me is bloodshot at best.
by Anne Cunnigham
by Anne Cunnigham
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Fred's Pond
There were seven of us then and only two of them. We had a dream world if you ask me- attentive folks that really wanted kids and had a good time getting them along. One parent to give and one parent to temper, one to spend and one to thrift. I learned a lot of economy from this yin/yang pair and I must tell you about a particular lesson or Kasi will know. I just love me some Kasi so here comes a funny story: my mom put cloth diapers on my face. OH YES she did! Momma kept us warm and bundled us up before the hockey outings- she did a good job at that but I swear we were the only ones with cloth diapers for mufflers- scarves? All economy aside, it's not a lie that I no longer have friends from that time in my life. Now that's just funny.
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Glad to see you made it home safely, diaperhead. Great story.
ReplyDeleteLove ya, Terry