Saturday, August 01, 2009
my sweetie is arranging our garden so that in our dotage, we'll be able to maintain it via a series of repetitive, tai chi-like motions. it occurred to me today that i've always liked ppl i've met named frank (my favorite uncle's name) and terry (because of terry & the pirates?), while i haven't been so keen on folks named gary (not sure why -- first one i knew was the big brother of the irish family across the street when i was growing up; he died fighting a fire in kansas). when i start losing my mind, i figure all the individual ones will run together in my memory, but i'll still remember that i like frank and terry, not gary.