Sherry's breakfast table. Dad and Tray's voices holler from the next room in the garage. We in here sharing likes and dislikes about coffee, stevia herbs, creamer, no creamer, tea drinker? Coffee mate? A breakfast of croissants and fruit slices, different butters. I've woken up with a bit of a dry cough. Some congestion. I dreamt of a winter wonderland, and Chubby lived inside of a carousel. It was supposed to be on the edge of Tremont, in a bad neighborhood, a trailer park, but this is a carousel partk, Enter in and it's the smallest compartment, down a hole is a bed, down another hole and was a smell living space. He lived with a sister or something. It was mesmerizing and all the carousels were lit innocent and festive.
On Southern Accents - Mom's comes back when she's around her relatives. She says she models hers after Aunt Eleanor. Sherry doesn't think hers is too bad. I can hear Barbara's loving voice in my head. Last I saw of her we were finding our way back out of the towns around Gant Lake. After that family reunion. Now comes the story of Barbara's old house on the square post-flood. The stink after the water receding. They discover a bunch of rotting fish on top of the kitchen cabinets.
I spend a little time outside saving bugs from out of Sherry's pool. All kids of beetles, ants, a little green bug with wings and long lets. I felt a responsibility for them. Who knows what they are thinking but the idea of being trapped or confused or unable to help yourself. It's kind of a terrorfying idea. I needed to do something about it. I worried for one, that I might not be able to save it because it was so far out of reach. I thought it was kind of funny how like so many things in life that is, but the water kept moving with the air and pool jets and I got them out of there. Even if they all end up back in there, because it's their nature, I still saved them this one time. Because I could.
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