– Had a pit bull sleep next to me all night, farting.
– Saw a coyote.
– Wrote on a receipt at a bar.
– Saw a dog ring a doorbell.
– Saw a dog willingly jump in a stroller for a ride.
– Drove through 10% visibility in a monsoon on the highway near Leupp.
– Ripped up a check by accident.
– Experienced the glory of not driving anywhere for three days.
– Tried psyllium husk with hesitation.
– Became intrigued by my student’s idea of broccoli ice cream.
– Wondered why the owner of Talavera wasn’t in the store; last time I saw him he was injured.
– Watched my favorite movie, “Benny & Joon,” with my 12-year-old and wondered about neurodivergent representation in the ’90s.
– Wished for cayenne pepper.
– Listened to my son wonder why candied pecans are so good.
– Told a Google device to cut the lights on and off.
– Searched for a Mexican to-go food place only to end up at a Whataburger.
– Considered alternative titles like Whereaburger, Whyaburger, Whenaburger and Howaburger.
– Read “Bloomability” by Sharon Creech to my son; I went to the same boarding school once upon a time.
– Referred to my dog as a goofball.
– Breathed in secondhand cigar smoke in Gallup.
– Ate microwaved mashed potatoes mixed with a can of beans.
– Saw a penny-farthing bike and had no idea what it was called, but my son did.
– Placed a bet with my son on whether the last guy was ghosting me or not.
– Contemplated the difference between New Mexico and Arizona, one with a negative growth rate and one expanding seemingly ever upwards.
– Gazed upon Talavera tile like tea leaves.
– Popped the pimples of a preteen while saying things like “It’s almost over.”
– Consistently confused the name Marshall with Walter.
– Strolled a willing Taiwanese street dog in a stroller.
– Met a turtle named Rafael.
– Saw a wind chime lose one of its green glass leaves, children breaking the silence of previously soundless glass.
