Too much

Bat mitzvahs, time changes, high school acceptance letters, dinners to cook, the ever-persistent school fair newsletter (into whose spidery arms J has been wrangled) the much neglected horse, sunny day for walking; all reasons I haven't posted anything this weekend. I'm storing it up, along with my crazy love affair with this short story by Updike: Packed Dirt, Churchgoing, A Dying Cat, A Traded Car. Read Updike slowly, I say.