We’re doing it monthly
this “semester,” so
besides the one while
Mom was here, it’s the
second movie night of
the year. Counting
everything.
A grump I am again.
What a rollercoaster.
Last night all good,
now this. Arguing
all morning over
Strawberry Banana
Odwalla. I miss
Fresh Samantha.
Later, home via cab,
what a drag I am.
Remembering Ikiru
(Kurasawa) and the
plums on top of
the seasoned rice.
