I might be glad I didn't live in Holl last year, after all.

The wisteria's sweet scent has been winning over my self-consciousness, drawing me out onto the front steps, yesterday to journal, and today to repot my plants and play the guitar a bit. That's what I need: more porch time. Not wasted time, or in-between-things time, but time purposely set aside to observe the daily rythmns of evening sky and neighborhood.

DM was sorely disappointed when I didn't recognize his truck (bright blue with the Superman symbol on the back window). "Ms. Chang, I drive by ALL the time. You don't hear us calling your name?!?"

Mental note: Got to be more observant. Now that I think about it, though, sometimes I think I hear pipes and a "Ms. Chang...." trailing after it, called out into the darkness. Are these kids serious? ;-) This evening, on the front steps during maybe twenty minutes of guitar-strumming, I was honked at by at least four Pott students of all ages as they rode by.

DM is always the first to press me with questions whenever there's been a new car in my driveway. Nothing gets by him. No wonder he was crushed when I didn't know about his truck.