filling coolers, sweeping floors, waiting for maybe just one more or a few customers. feelling motivated i washed the windows, hoping to see out, feeling alone waiting for
another monday
Posted by: angelaparenza | November 23, 2008
sunday evenings
Posted in Angela Parenza, Life | Tags: Angela Parenza, Life
Sundays are sort of like mondays now.
For me, at least-
i like to get a head start on my anxiety…
But your Sunday sounds like my Saturday- tactical and emotional preparation.
And the alone.
By: c on November 24, 2008
at 3:24 am
Hello Angie – If i didn’t know better I would think that you were working at your parents store…
By: Kristin Swanson on November 24, 2008
at 3:31 am
Lahart’s Flat, like many places is different now, Mama left the corner when Rose died and the old dog chub wanders back and between Mama’s house and Rose’s
By: angelaparenza on December 9, 2008
at 2:50 am
Angie, sending you massive good vibes from the Berkshires.
By: Pat Young on January 16, 2009
at 2:35 pm