Stomp Stomp Stomp

A rainy afternoon at the Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary. This was toward the end of our visit; everyone else was inside buying T-shirts and hanging out with the turtle.

Fortunately, Toby’s mother, being the sensible woman that she is, packed a change of clothes for him.

Toby Sits on the Cat (in a Cute, Non-Harmful-to-Cat Way)

I grabbed the camera and started shooting because of Toby’s new word: “Um.” Did he pick this up from Emily? Me? Both? The amazing thing to me is that he’s using the word entirely appropriately, grammatically speaking—as a kind of placeholder; as a way of saying “I’m about to make a statement about something.”

But then—after a good, solid “um” instance—Toby sits on the cat! Which is awesome. We are confident that this is going to be a huge hit on the YouTubes, and that we’re going to make tons of YouTube dollars off of it.

Not sure how that works, exactly; I’ll just keep checking the bank account.

Hemingway’s “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn”: The Early Drafts

I sold shoes. It was good.

Writing, like shoe selling, is hard.

Hola, compadre. War’s tough. Need shoes?

Bullfighters. Booze. Lions. Fishing. Paris. Babies?

Shoes, she loved. Me, she left.

American seeks paper, pencil, bambino (shod).

Sale: baby. Barefooted. Ten clams, o.b.o.

Baby shoes on offer, slightly blood-soaked.

For sale: diapers, never pooped in.

Crazy baby-shoe sale: everything must go!!!