August 11--Jim Barber, United Kingdom Flag. There was a flutter of red and white fabric in the ditch up ahead. Shea thought it was one of those eternal plastic shopping bags that never went away. They were like ghosts the way they rose, dipped, and glided on the slightest breeze, getting caught in trees and tangled in bushes and around signs. She collected the bags and any other trash she found on her walks. Then she was glad to find a bag to put other trash in. She had become a lot less squeamish about poking around in ditches and roadsides to collect things that people threw out of their cars. Once she found a hundred dollar bill twisted around a thistle. She didn't mind getting pricked and poked to rescue old Ben Franklin from the dirt and weather. The red and white fluttering in the cold morning breeze looked like a flag but she didn't think she wanted to pick up the bare foot that protruded from its folds.
Tonight I get to have supper with JC and LL two of the women I took Tae Kwon Do with a bajillion years ago (actually it was 20 years which only seems like a bajillion most of the time). It'll be fun to catch up on their lives.
--Barbara
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I remember seeing a video of your kids doing Tae Kwan Do a bazillion years ago. Didn't remember you doing it too. I hate it when customers get in the way of what you really want to be doing at work!
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