Freshly mown grass. Squirt is trying to earn some cash for his upcoming vacation, so he mowed the grass twice this week. We spent all morning at the doctor's office and the hospital doing x-rays and blood work and paper-signing for his surgery. We got a lot of questions answered and a lot of fears allayed. I'm still scared though, and I miss Jes, and Aza left today for the beach for the weekend. Transistions. Grass gets mowed, and it grows in thicker. Like hair, I guess. I'm being mowed this week.
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