And now for a few thoughts:
I always wonder what my dog is thinking when he gets inside an elevator. We go into a small room, he looks out at the room we just left, watches the strange doors close and sees a completely different world when the strange doors open. What happened to the other world? What happened?
Is there anything better than a home grown tomato?
Nothing says summer better than hydrangeas in bloom.
In a perfect world, everything would smell like gardenias.
I love how time dissolves when I’m gardening.
Too bad I rarely get the chance.
Too bad it’s 150 degrees outside when I do get the chance.
Summer is going by too fast.
2013 is going by too fast.
My life is going by too fast. I still have a to-do list from when I was six that I can’t seem to get to.
I can’t think of anything so profound I would have to have it as a tattoo. And I can’t imagine any tattoo that isn’t an Oscar Wilde quote. Or George Orwell.
I love driving.
I hate other drivers.
I love to watch airplanes. I always wonder where they are going or from where they have come. What vacation stories are waiting to be discovered or retold. Take me with you.
I feel like my dog in an elevator when I fly. I go to the airport, sit in an aluminum tube for a few hours and exit into a totally different culture. Wonderful!
The older I get, the more I love my wife.
The older my children get, the more I love my wife.
The older my wife gets, the more I love life.
What’s next?