Phyl and Lee wanted us to see their photos from their recent diving trip to Bali. We love Lee’s underwater photography; we’d been looking forward to it.
And so they had us over tonight. (Again, yes.)
Walking in from the parking lot, there was something odd in that tree… I walked over the grass to it and looked up.
Some young child had thrown his yellow Tonka truck up in there.
It wasn’t that tall a tree. Canes can be handy sometimes, and I ducked out of the way as it came down and left it waiting at the trunk for its owner to find it in the morning (I hope!)
As we later thanked them for the evening, I reminded them that the last time we’d seen their fish pictures after one of their diving trips, I was in the hospital shortly after, totally tripping out on morphine with bright Indonesian fishyfish swimming through my hallucinations all night, keeping me entertained.
We laughed. And, let’s not.