I took Sad-Dog for a long walk this afternoon. It's beautiful here- 80's, sunny, light breeze. Lots of people were mowing their lawn in the fading sunlight. The smell is undenibly Summer, but it was really weird to smell that smell here in Montana. Grass smells the same no matter where you are I guess. Something about that feels wrong. Summer should smell different when you're 1400 miles away from where you've spent 28 other summers.
Wow, am I really that old?!
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Yeah, whenever someone says How old are you? I have to stop and think about it. *sigh* I remember when I knew how old I was and didn't have to think about it.
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