wednesday, 5:35am. 40° mostly clear.
anybody want to
my parents vacationed in charleston, south carolina, for a few years in a row, and decided it was a good place to retire to. a couple of years ago, they bought a house there, and they've been renting it out since then.
my mother will still work as an adjunct professor, maybe looking for a professor of practice position down there. early childhood education, if you know anyone.
the way that the moonlight pokes through the window upstairs in the loft at 5am reminds me of james taylor's "carolina in my mind." i've never visited that area (the mid-atlantic states, some of the midwest, the northern states and the pacific northwest are the areas of the country i haven't seen yet).
i don't know what sorts of papers get delivered at 5:45am, but the guy who was delivering them was nervous about it. "do you know the (last name)s?" "sorry, i only know people by their dogs." which is true, except for my 90-something-year-old neighbor warren. i know a nancy and a mallory and a brian and a kate, but really i know pipin, ridley and copper (brian and kate are a couple). then there's max (chocolate lab mix) and samson (golden retriever), some really submissive black lab mix who barks until you approach him and then just lays down, a couple of beagles, some border collies (one named tanner), a standard poodle, a 25-pound rust-colored something called toby and at least a half dozen others. but no last names. not for anybody.
"do you think they're up yet? i'll just leave them in the door."
must have been real important papers. i'm guessing he's not going to last long in the delivering-sheets-of-paper-at-5:45am business.