Instead we passed a Chinese buffet place and went there, and we didn't walk the mall, we went up and down every aisle of Tuesday Morning instead, after buying curry powder at Penzey's and a bunch of assorted doodads at World Market, but we had a good time nevertheless. It was a pretty darned good buffet, not enough vegetables for me but pretty good. It was nice to spend the day with Durwood just goofing off away from home.
January 7--John Button, Fourteenth Street, High Noon. If she sat in a certain spot on the front stoop, Tally could see only sky. Not the tower of Pearson's Federal Bank, not the big blue Stein sign on the department store across the street, no trees, nothing but sky and clouds. With only sky overhead the city sounds of traffic and horns, whistles and voices blended into a sound that she imagined sounded like the sea. The wind in the trees, well, the tree, she thought made the same sound as the wind in the sails of a great, four-masted schooner. She had never been closer to the ocean than in a National Geographic in the library but she was certain that her imagination had it figured just right.
Imagination is a wonderful thing, isn't it? Kids shouldn't lose it as they grow, I think adults would be more interesting if they were less dull.