Each morning, as water rises in the Little Howe wading pool, the air fills with happy noise: splashing, laughter, and the drumming of small, wet feet on concrete pavement. The pool’s island hill is small, but it’s still fun to be its king.
Entries from August 2006
Boy days: at the wading pool
August 2nd, 2006 2 Comments
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Means of refuge (two)
August 1st, 2006 10 Comments
“There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.” –Albert Schweitzer
Last August, at about this time, I typed: “One year into writing this blog, I’m still somewhat puzzled about what it wants to be. Perhaps I’ll know better by next year.”
Music and Cats is two years old tonight. I don’t […]
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These days in coffee
August 1st, 2006 3 Comments
Yesterday began at the Ugly Mug in Soquel, near Santa Cruz, with Janeen, Sue, and our lovely hostess Grace. A Caffe Borgia (the scrumptious espresso/milk/chocolate/orange delight on the left) got my brain running at close to full speed. Free wi-fi and four bloghers made for sporadic conversation, as we all fed our connectivity habits.
After […]
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