Thursday, December 18, 2014

Swaying Lamp Post

I am baking 12 baby sweet potatoes as I am wrapped in my yellow scarf, blue blanket, gray fleece jacket and hat. I call it my outer-Mongolian outfit.

It is windy and sunny out. When I was walking Lily to return my library books I ran into my favorite lady Sylvia. We both were in the same unsettled mood and we ended up sitting in her car with our dogs telling stories and alternately crying and laughing our heads off.

At first I wasn't sure if it was an optical illusion made by the moving clouds. I noticed a lamp post swaying on Social Street in the Cornerstone Building parking lot.