May 17th, 2005

abstract butterfly

discouraging words, seldom, and all that

Our little postage stamp park with the cute pond is Glendover Park, just down the street, right by the elementary school. As we walked our lhasa in the near-dusk, we heard a hawk's "scree, scree" emanate from the trees.

On the radio today the interviewees kept talking about ways to recognize depression, and how depression affects so many lives. I pondered a bit on that, and came to agree with him.

I am planning to run an ad in the pennysaver, titled "Do you have a place for my chess club to play?"