|There's a great big world out there!
||[Jul. 17th, 2004|03:59 pm]
George went out to the garden, just for a breath of air. A moment later he reappeared. "Is your fountain supposed to be wheezing like an asthmatic?"
I leaped up, looking for my shoes.
"And it's raining," he added.
No shoes. Stripped out of the socks. Ran out into the rain to deal with saving the fountain. Got the water started. Stood out in with my toes in the grass, listening to water, feeling rain, and the breeze.
A few minutes passed. George cleared his throat. "Just so you know, it's 3:59."
I came back in. But I was pouting. There's a world outside of blogging and raster-burned eyes.
I don't want to go back to tunnel vision.