From Mother's Day Past

5/4/01

We've lived in our little house a year now. The creek rushes by behind our heads as we sleep. We weren't swept away by floods this past winter, so life is good. You can hear the owls call to each other at night and during the day the peregrines swoop down the creek path to their nests. It gives me a big whooping rush to see them.

Tonight I was waiting outside the Exit Theater nursing Carter and a pimp gave me a dollar for Mother's Day. "Are you a mother?" (like why would I be nursing this kid?) Anyway, he handed me a dollar before he was chased away by Meredith. "Man, I'm just trying to do a good thing on Mother's Day." I bought myself a cup of coffee.