I walked the Levy Trail from my house to Camp Robinson and back in 1:14:14. As I turned toward home on Orange Street, one of the Latino boys from across the street rolled past on a scooter with Ruby trotting along. It was the first time I'd seen her since she was a cat-sized puppy. Now she reminds me of Scout as a two- or three-month-old. Next I noticed that my cherry tree, in full bloom, is three-quarters the size of my crepe myrtle, perhaps a bit larger. It has at least doubled in volume since 2007, and I think looks spectacular. What's more, it's beginning to bear fruit. I wish I had planted one on each side of my driveway.
Pam finished in a three-way tie for fourth in the basketball pool at the paper, one fucking point out of the money. She lost two last-minute games two weekends ago, either of which would have put her no further down than second; one would've won it for her. To Pam's credit, she does not at all seem bothered.
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