A Tree Top Angel, 1980s. Nylon, lace, optimism.
I now understand why every hacky sack player I ever met was stoned. You need time to move a little differently when you are keeping something deliberately in the air. My brother joined the Circus. And we couldn't be prouder. We. I love that my Da and I are a couple. Odd, certainly. I like to think we might be friends. ANYWAYS: My Brother Scott. Circus Shmrikus. Vermont. Heaven. And he and his darling family came for Christmas and We were just in heaven, with the new Odessa. So after a delightful two weeks they leave and Da says I want to learn how to juggle. Scarves. Scott said he learned using scarves. Buy a set for me on Walmart.com. I'll pick it up, two counties away. Aw. No. Forget it. Amazon is dangerous. juggling Scarves. Prime? Less than 12 bucks but more than three stars. Yes. Damn, I sent it to myself. Too much trouble to cancel so I send him a fresh order. He is delighted and confused and trying to rig them to make them operate in the air as he wants/ex