Just blocks from our house is one of my favorite places to walk. It’s called Neary’s Lagoon, a wildlife refuge. It is so close to downtown Santa Cruz and the Sanitation Department (poop plant) but when you are in it you feel like you’re in an enchanted area. When Luke and Kyle were little we went there often to walk over the pontoon bridges, feed the ducks and sit on the grass. Luke called it Mary’s Bagoon. I still call it that. Some years ago, the city did a huge reconstruction project to make the poop plant bigger and that took away a lot of the grass area but what are you gonna do? We don’t appear to have stopped eating.
Today I went alone. I came to the first grass, and … Continue reading ‘Neary’s Dream’
A neighbor left a Spongebob pinata on our doorstep a while back. Bob is now strapped to the ceiling in the room where Carl and the boys do yoga every morning. Luke finds it creepy because whenever he does shoulder-stands, Spongebob is staring right down at him… (And there’s something creepy about a guy who is always smiling, don’t you think? —Luke)
