Tic Toc

is this window to let light in, or stick a cannon out

I am realizing in about a week my house closing is supposed to happen. Time is speeding up as I get older. I have to learn to savor every moment. My son is partway through the state standardized school testing. I used to dread the drama the teachers put on the importance of filling in the circles precisely. I like to color outside the lines. I have always been a rebel. I don’t get people that don’t question everything.

I made a trip to the grocery store to get a few things. I forgot the beets. That is so ironic, and so like me. I did finish the avocado, so my brain won’t be totally damaged. I get to take another trip to the store tomorrow. I am going to try roasting the beets, instead of boiling them. I would love to try them grilled, but my mom does not cook out. She does not have a grill, nor want one, she avoids the sun. After seeing some pictures of her when she was young I can see why. She had snowy white hair and eyebrows, she was so fair.