October 22, 2003
I swear it makes sense, and, hell, she makes me smile with the wistfulness.
Some things never go away and they are burned in or gouged deep and the best you can hope for after you've done everything that can be done... you can look at it as character. Even trying to fix things makes them worse sometimes, like when you stop walking with a belt sander and it leaves a groove in the wood, or when you ask if someone is okay too many times when you know they aren't. What's worth having new? Pantyhose and toothbrushes, for sure, but not love and hardwood floors.
big kisses to the lady on the bucolic front - here's to hardwood.
Posted by Heather at October 22, 2003 04:54 PM
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sometimes she just makes me cry with the sad and the love. she is my soul. and those floors... such character you have never seen.
Posted by: the man at October 23, 2003 11:23 AM