Other than the little bit of time I had with her teacher, it was a quick whirl wind of an afternoon. I had barely walked to get my daughter when she was practically ready to get picked up, and then we had to go. I guess life has its own pace, and mine is usually stuck in ludicrous speed - unless of course I am in a waiting room. Then it feels like Dali's clocks.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Exit Stage Left
Other than the little bit of time I had with her teacher, it was a quick whirl wind of an afternoon. I had barely walked to get my daughter when she was practically ready to get picked up, and then we had to go. I guess life has its own pace, and mine is usually stuck in ludicrous speed - unless of course I am in a waiting room. Then it feels like Dali's clocks.
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