It’s hard to move on a dark rainy morning. Somehow I knew it was dark and rainy even before I opened my eyes. Against my wishes, the room filled with the music of my wake-up call. I pull myself out of bed. I fumbled in the dark to find my pjs and slippers. I scuffed down the hall and tenderly kissed the goose on the forehead to wake her up. It seems she knew it was a dark rainy day too. When she didn’t come down in the customary fifteen minutes, I went back up. This is the dicey part. Subject’s response is unpredictable. It quickly became obvious that she was in a mood. When she grumped into the kitchen i asked her is she knew who ron paul was. to her credit, she stopped herself from saying no, and i don’t care. my response was to show her this.
“i’ve got many fake books since i’m a leprechaun farmer who’s a gambler”~ron paul
and then we laughed. i takes a village to get a teenager through the morning. thanks JT and thanks facebook and youtube.E