Texas 1979

Life has too much momentum to fit through the tiny pin-hole of blogging. Here's a little droplet that might get the flow going again. This is a picture of me as a moody 9 year old. I am in the turquoise dress with pale blue knee highs. Ahh, Texas.

When I think of 9, I think of taking apart my sister's Barbie playhouse, rearranging the rooms and mounting it on metal rollers so we could take the renovated plastic mansion on tour through out the neighborhood. Something about its portable swimming pool breaking apart half a block away sticks in my mind.

I also remember being very stressed out by having a dog. We always had big sweaty golden retrievers. I would secretly set them free into the suburban wilds late at night. "Be free, dog!!" And I think my room was messy.

Well, it's a start.