The most perfect tree is at the end of our block. It’s like a role model for trees. See little seedlings? You could grow up to be this lovely. But if you don’t, I’ll love you anyway. (I like trees.)
It’s a nice tree. After yesterday’s wind and today’s rain, it might also be a naked tree. Poor naked tree.
From Rhode Island Comic Con this weekend:
We had a really good time. Bought a lot of geeky stuff, saw some cool celebrities (I managed not to lose it while walking past Wallace Shawn several times), chatted with some artists – it was fun. And then I got my credit card back from the bar where I’d left it the night before because I had a tab open when the fire alarm went off and they evacuated the building and when we came back for it they had just locked the doors so we had to come back the next day. No hassle at that point, thank goodness, but I was half-expecting an issue with proving I’m me since I haven’t gotten my real RI license yet and I’m walking (and driving) around with an 8.5″x 11″ piece of paper as my temporary driver’s license. I keep expecting someone to look at it and be like, “Nice forgery, idiot, I’m calling the cops.” I could never be a criminal.