Figs, revisited
My neighbor Jack, of “Jack and the Broomstick” (6/30/06), just brought me another bucket of figs. It’s the second this week. He so has my number.
A student, Wes, stopped by office hours today and delivered a bag of jujubes, not the candy, but a delicious fresh fruit. A few weeks ago, he brought Asian pears. I am such a lucky woman.
Happy Birthday to a person who wishes to remain anonymous. Don't worry--she knows who she is.
Showing posts with label neighbor Jack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label neighbor Jack. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Friday, June 30, 2006
Jack and the Broomstick
Last week while I was looking for my broom to sweep the front porch, my neighbor Jack called across the street to ask what I was doing. I responded that I had misplaced my broom.
He asked it I was going for a ride.
It took me a minute and then I laughed and waved.
What I should’ve said was, “I was out late last night, and I forgot where I parked it.”
Last week while I was looking for my broom to sweep the front porch, my neighbor Jack called across the street to ask what I was doing. I responded that I had misplaced my broom.
He asked it I was going for a ride.
It took me a minute and then I laughed and waved.
What I should’ve said was, “I was out late last night, and I forgot where I parked it.”
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