"I’d sit cross-legged in the box, filtering the sand over and over again through an old spaghetti strainer, getting rid of the sticks and leaves that had fallen, until it was almost as fine as right after he poured the sand from the bag. That was perfect sand."
Friday, December 17, 2010
On the Bright Side, I Get to Listen to a Lot of NPR.
In the morning, I leave with the swarms of suburbanites heading toward our jobs in the city. In the evening, I join them again.
I got off work at 6:00 this evening. I just got home. 6:45.