Go to Waller Street

On September 13, 2020, I wrote that the morning that I wrote this the boys got me up at 8:40. I lay in bed for too long. I was making coffee and cereal by nine and by 10 the boys had gone off to make noise elsewhere in the house.

Getting the boys ready for the day was a chore but they were mostly ready by the time my older sister let me know she had caught an N Judah. I was frantic when I realized she was really close.

The three of us ran up to Market and the four of us sat at a cafe for 20 minutes. I wanted to go home but the boys insisted we go to Waller Street.

The boys led us up the steps and into the orchard. I showed my sister the kale in the garden. Some couple was getting married in the dog park. It was really random. We looked at the Skull-Swallowing Bunny and walked back to the apartment where my other sister and the niblings met us a few hours later. My kids were ecstatic. I had a bunch of lunch stuff. My nieces made a toy castle and my nephews were watching the football game and reading a book.

By 430 everyone had gone. I took the garbage down and the boys and I hung out in the back. I made chicken and mac & cheese and the boys ate it.

 
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