Life seems bent on making me absurd lately. I doubt too many people in their mid-twenties prepare for the movers to come by hauling various bins and pieces of furniture across a wash using a very much rusted out little red wagon. Perhaps the pinnacle of my day was when I was transporting Peanut on top of a set of folding shelves. Going down the slope behind my house, the wagon gained a little too much momentum. I tried to slow it down. The shelving unit slipped off the side, creating a nice smooth ramp that Peanut descended gracefully to land face down in the wash.
And, for the record, I don't see any more landscape paintings in my future.
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