July 28, 2010

This is what my parent’s call their garden. They have a real one they are starting in the backyard. But, first, they had this Star Trek sort of thing. It lives in my father’s office, which is across the hall from my bedroom. When I leave my room in the middle of the night, it always freaks me out. I’m not ready for this fancy space age we live in where basil can be grown in the upper bedroom that also houses a computer, an exercise bike, and dozens of books about the Civil War.