Thursday, July 26, 2007

Choices, watermelon, gardening.

1. At the sandwich shop, they ask me to choose my piece of bread pudding from the dish.

2. The watermelon of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. He sliced it up and brought it round to our desks in green bowls. It looked beautiful and it was as cold and sweet and crisp as a watermelon should be.

3. Almost smothered by the bean vine and the tomato plant, our squash has flowered.

Strategies, with other editors and purple tissue.

1. Soft voice from under his hoodie, telling me about Yahtzee strategies and tactics. 2. Lunch with coffee and editorial chatter -- we lay o...