|Different room and season, but I never tire of this picture.|
While the One went on about something called a cherry tree, Diego focused on the flying creatures outside his world. He would watch them intently and listen to their calls, trying each day to mimic them.
|Or just stand on insurance documents by night.|
I hated the apartment management policy in Laurel, which is what ultimately drove me to leave there. We had a problem with people parking there who shouldn't have been. In a civilized world you give your renters two parking passes or one parking pass and a guest pass or some such. The place I lived gave me one parking pass and towed my mother's rental car (even though she co-signed for my lease).
That said, I really miss the view on the cherry tree in the parking lot that was right outside of my large windows. I don't have any pictures of it, but in Spring it would blossom pink and was gorgeous. I also miss the days when my Diego would mimic the birds outside. He hasn't done it at any of the places I've lived since.
|Also I was the worst Christmas decorator of all time.|
Those are supposed to be snowflakes, not spider webs or gang symbols.
I said yesterday that I would take a break from this series, but I had to postpone that because I didn't have the time today for the post I was planning. Of the posts I've shared so far in this series, this is possibly my favorite memory from that time of my life.