Poppies. Speaking of flowers, it turns out some beautiful soul left us some poppies in the front yard off to the side. Hey. Even if it snows tonight (and it might), three of them have bloomed so far. Georgia O’Keefe fan. Well, you might have guessed.

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Birthday. My twenty-ninth birthday, on May 1st, was a particularly miserable day. Nobody remembered, except Lee, and he didn’t even say “Happy Birthday” until I told him to. I was upset. Twenty-nine. No “Happy Birthday.” Well, maybe depressed is a better word, except when you get depressed, you don’t get snippy. So I was upset:

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