Um...I'm beginning to think Kate might be getting to be a pretty good cook. She's not burning things like she used too. Talk about blacken whatever. She's pretty much the queen of that.

Her fritatta was pretty amazing this morning. Says her secret is cottage cheese. Well, whatever, I used up all the salsa on it. Some pretty good eating.

Went on a bike ride when I got up this morning cause she wanted to sleep in. Found some pasta plates (set of 4 with a big pasta platter). Never been used. Sweet. We're gonna try'm out tonight.

Says I gotta do the sauce and she's already called her friends (the wiccans) and what not to come over and take part in our little pasta dinner.

Yeah, she's always getting me rooked in to something. Like making her green bean casserole for the volunteer luncheon tomorrow at the library. I don't know why she won't do it. I guess she'll think she'll burn it or something. So I gotta get that done too.

And they say a woman's work is never done. What about me?

Thank God, Dad hadn't called about his gutters. They don't even want us coming over today cause they're taking the nephew to the zoo. Which I'm thankful it wasn't us because most times it is.

Anyway, nice weather we're having. Sunny and sweet. People manicuring their lawns and shit. You'd think the 4th was right around the corner.

Hell, I love this neighborhood. It freaks me when I think sometimes, it won't always be like this. Nothing ever is. Time passes. But you look at those big cottonwoods and the the way the bark flakes back, its like nature's art. Just beautiful. Just beautiful.

Did you ever have that dream where somebody is a tree? I get this feeling most kids have that daydream. It can sometimes turn in to a nightmare. Its like one of those fairytales never been told, you know. Funny, how shit creeps up on you like that. Like you haven't thought about it for a thousand years. And you remember that song "feed the tree" by Belly and you gotta wonder, what the hell was that song really about. Something bad, but the only sanity of a sancutary was in that tree. Yeah, trees. Something to think about. What have they seen? What will they see?

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