i walk my dogs by rita’s almost every night. and rita is usually outside, so we wave and yell pleasantries over our barking dogs.
i love the eclectic touches in her yard. the tea cups hanging from the fence. the shoes nailed to the telephone pole that serve as planters. the car seat:
i especially love her messages on her blackboard. this was yesterday’s message:
you are a person not a job. some days it’s hard to remember that.