two things.
i kicked through the leaves yesterday. bright yellow and gold ones. walked along, scuffing my feet, sending them flying crunchily in front of me. I've never done that before. I would shudder when other kids would do it in the school playground, picking my way carefully across. I was always afraid of what might lurk beneath. scared of the unseen.
last night there was a huge round of shouting and banging from next door. "How DARE you say that??!!" he kept repeating. then silence.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
About Me
- Name: dodo
- Location: London, United Kingdom
Recently reclaimed by PR industry after more recent background in lobbying and, before that, business journalism. From London and working part time in city but living in sticks. Trying not to pass on to my daughter all that my mother kindly left me. Raging against inevitability. Getting better at it. or not. NEED to rewrite this to say i'm not working at the moment and that there's all kinds of neds stuff going on, but to do that seems really official and final, so a postscript will have to do.
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3 Comments:
I love kicking through the leaves. the only thing that lies beneath anything that i'm scared of is the size of my bottom though!
good on ya.
and really ladies, i think we dare say anything, because we're phenomenal women, as Maya Angelou once said
xx
My son loves to kick up the leaves. He loves that crunchy sound. Always has. So we do that often.
I hope everything was ok at your neighbor's house.
Next stop...raking up a big pile of leaves and jumping right in the middle. Baby steps.
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