in which I finally put pen to paper, or whatever, and begin to embrace the inner crone...

Saturday, March 19, 2011

vwoom vwoom

Note: Walking the dog on the road in early March, new mud shoes cinched, ear muffs only - no hat - I hear the distant thrumming of a wild, deep-throated something or other, which, I have now come to realize, walks along with me, every time I wear my new corduroy pants. I think it was one of those rarely-acknowledged "pin-wale geese".