I need to be in the car in ten minutes, heading to Beverly Hills, taking surface streets most of the way because it’s sometimes faster and always more fun.
I wish I could drive down 3rd with everyone I know. I love taking 3rd, though I’m not sure I’d be able to adequately share it.
As I killed a few minutes on line I found this over at a moon, worn as if it had been a shell. Her title is lower case which, I suspect, is a deliberate choice. I don’t know Elizabeth, I’ve never met her, but all of her writing feels deliberate.
The picture of her niece killed me. When my son was that age, he dumped an an entire box of pancake mix on himself and the floor, two minutes before we had to leave. Leave to drop him off at daycare. Leave to get myself to work.
I didn’t take a picture. I though about it, but ultimately was too rushed, too stressed.
And on a morning like this… Where are your socks? Where is your homework? Brush your teeth. Did you brush your teeth? How many times do I have to tell you to brush your teeth?
Well, the picture I never took was a worthy reminder.