The Week

A study in bark--the bark of a cool tree at the boys' music teacher's house. Blaze said that the bark looks crispy. 

On the bike ride to school, sometimes Q's friends pass us and they lean out the window and say hi. He is delighted. Today, two unknown people yelled out the window mean things because I was biking on the street--which is not only my right, but also, I think, my duty. Anyway, I was pretty angry and told my friend, our administrative assistant, about it when I got to work. She, quite a biker herself, said, "It almost makes me want to type up a pamphlet and hand it to them!" Oh my goodness--this made me laugh so hard, because of all the things it makes me want to do, most of them unprintable, I'd never thought of typing them up a pamphlet about biker's rights. Day saved.