it was a long cold lonely winter. there is a song in that, but it's buried right now. beatles, i'm sure. we've finally got some signs of life though. leaves are OUT. potatoes are UP. birds are TWITTER-Pete'n. it's on. spring is on.
and so is the spring fever. a rash of activities have been going on at work. horseshoe pits are being regroomed, jogging adventures and get-a-load-a-this: we played tennis at the park by elizabeth's! lassen court! parc place? i can't remember the name of the development but i just about shit when i was at the corner of kennelly and the parkway. what a trip. to be back somewhere you know so well, but didn't expect to BE. i can't explain it. to turn a corner and just know it. i couldn't explain it to the guys either. we lived there. soccer games, swings, adventures in minivans. franklins. how many weekends did i spend in that block when i was young? every one.
so spring has sprung. things are starting off so different than a year ago. brighter. airyer. middle-a-may and the ice shell around my heart and soul has thawed. be easy on us, summer. we just got out of a long and desolate relationship with your nemesis. let's not make this a competition.
the graphics are great out there.
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