Ok, one more before camp....
Some random and not so random thoughts.
This one is my fav, just because it's the only pic I have of George.
I can't believe I'm standing like I am. Looking at the picture it looks like it would be really uncomfortable. Anyway, I'm looking at the plant seeing if I can spot any strawberries. They weren't ripe yet, bummer.
This is the bridge in their Japanese gardens. They filmed part of Memiors of a Geisha at the Huntington Library and used this bridge.Last night was so incredible! We have so many incredibly talented people. I was in awe of everyone. I looked down at my watch when it was finally over and couldn't believe how late it was. It was after 11, it did not seem like that much time had passed. I was so enthralled with the show I totally lost track of time. Carlos said something about doing this 2 or 3 times a year; I can't wait for the next one. If I'm brave enough maybe I'll submit something.
Broken
Broken is the way we speak
Broken is the way we act
Broken is what makes us wacked
Broken is what makes us weak
The break is not our fault at all
But at the same time it's all on us
It's not as simple as riding the bus
But it's just like a trip and fall
This poem is rather meager
The message might be too
I hope that it gets through to you
And that it makes you eager