Quiet evening

One of my kids got her first byline in the local weekly this morning. I can’t begin to describe the joy I felt as she dashed off to show her handiwork to a favorite teacher. What a great moment. I was proud of my own first byline. I think I’m even more proud of hers.

I’ve spent most of the evening enjoying life’s simpler pleasures: old truck, old road, new jeans, and a big dose of blue-eyed soul and quiet jazz.

I’ve had a good day here in Red Fork. Hope you had a good day, too, wherever you are.