I wandered into the cafeteria of Valle Crucis Elementary school this morning. By the time I arrived, more than 100 people had already found their seats at the 21st annual Valle Crucis Park auction. A huge amount of goodies were up for bid. Proceeds from the sale go into a general fund for park maintenance. The item I really wanted to take home was a basket full of produce grown in the Pressley's garden. Rich ripe tomatoes, corn and zuchinni overflowing the flower adorned basket...mmm
I want, but can't have.
I did get to see friends-- Wanda, Brenda, Coach Ford and Joan. I managed to snag an interview with the park's new & old directors for a story in the paper . I've written several stories lately--only because I happen upon a tale that needed to be told. I despise writing. It is not easy for me. If only I could write like she can write. Though I did write this without too much trauma to my verbal senses.
I took Harley for a walk in the park this afternoon. It is peaceful and quiet at the park. I can write in my head there and not worry about nouns and verbs agreeing with each other.
