New day

Sprung fresh from an upswept night
clean with promise pledged by a brilliant sun
bathed I walk into it pure of intent
action firmly held within its realm
afternoon in the Village
so reminiscent of other times and stages

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The day starts with a delayed high school visit to see whether there is any chance of a transfer. Ophelia really does get that she might need to attend her old familiar stomping grounds of last year for another year. Hopefully I can get through to her the importance of how she presents herself and behaves while there. Sometimes these school wanderings afford us opportunities to talk about things we don’t otherwise have a chance to talk about, it being just the two of us.
Hmmmmmmmm.
Must build in more of this sort of time without anyone else around. Lightbulb over head moment for one motherless mother.
Then I shall meet Folláin for lunch and we’ll bop around the Village, which to my mind is the very nicest part of this city. I can (and sometimes do) wander aimlessly there, just feeling really happy and okay. If I ever won the lottery … Our state lotto sometimes uses a motto: “All it takes is a dollar and a dream.” I’ve barely got the former, but I’ve got loads of the latter. Might the sheer volume of dreams somehow grow my measly dollar to magnificent powers?
I know, I know. I have to get dressed and out the door with Ophelia.
May your day be a fine thing.