At the pool:
Everyone knows Emma. All the lifeguards say hi to her, even the ones that haven't taught her for a year. Everyone knows Dad, too...my dad's a pretty cool guy, after all. But
I'm the one who was on the swim team for three years, and
no one remembers me. Maybe that's not so strange, but I didn't see fit to hang around after dropping Emma off today, so I went to visit our Time Machine at EBS (the tree). On its trunk was an enormous chestnut dragonfly, speckled with green as the tree was with moss, its gauzy wings stretched over the bark -- a sign?
When Dad came home, I went out biking with Jenna. We didn't run into Mrs Robinson, although it was a close call...we saw into five people from the elementary school, as well as
both Rachelle's parents. It was good fun actually being able to go places, such as TCBY and Mini-Cout...and I'm reading
A Walk in the Woods; it's hilarious. Last week of summer.
I never said I was boring. I know some good stories. Of course, I can't tell them, and they do all belong to my friends. Well, you know.
1 comment:
ahaha
Actually I did say I was boring. Like, first post.
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