“You do this…

… to drive me crazy!”  I’m writing in my studio, taking a break to eat black olives and drink grape juice, and I hear a couple walking home on the sidewalk below me, I’m up here in the pine trees.  He yells at her, “you do this to drive me crazy.”  I know she is an MD and he details cars.  I’ve heard this same dialogue several times now.  I wonder why she settles for him?  Once she gets home, I can see her across the street, she waters her lawn, weeds her flower beds.  Earlier this evening I saw two men walking down the street with their daughters.  The girls picked a few of her flowers.  Children rarely ignore pretty things.    

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