Proof IS in the Puddin' Pages

My daughter just came home, celebrating her last day of high school. She came in with chocolate, chocolate  pancakes from IHOP, telling me about their parade of vehicles around the block at school...she says the pancakes are for me and puts them in the fridge after I say I cannot eat them now, even though they are warm...one bite is enough.

I started on this entry a couple of hours ago, had phone calls, helped a friend with an epiphany or two, computer went off a few times, and then of course, the daughter had to use the machine to yak at the friends for a few minutes...not like I have anything THAT important to say on this entry anyway.

Daughter turned the TV on, and there is Live FOX news about a man who has been on a crane for a few days. The sun is out, a beautiful day, why am I inside? So what I have a whole apartment to pack up in the next couple of weeks...I am going out for a walk in the park...because I deserve it. The guy-on-the-crane story will play itself out as it should. The way my mind works...Ride a Purple Pelican... and I am off for an afternoon walk in the creek of choice, one last time before I move.

Happy Friday to you too!

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