IN WHICH LIZ FAILS TO FIND A NARRATIVE THREAD
It’s a beauty of a day today. The sky is piercingly blue with fluffinated, fluffoid, fluffanuffalous floating clouds. It’s warm in the sun and there’s a cool breeze. Yesterday was so windy that the tarp-n-tent that we had erected over the deck for Saturday’s party blew over, causing me to leap out of bed in the early a.m. to help Anders who was already outside wrestling with the beast. Today, the wind’s mom has obviously told it firmly to settle down and it’s amusing itself with little soft almost-autumn leaf rustles. This weekend coming, we are going to plant the...