Nickson

Right. Grief. Good grief. Bad grief. It all seems to much to bear. "Something time cannot erase" playing on the radio as I sit in my car, charging the phone battery. Radio's been with me today. Like when we got back to the camp from the lake I told the girls since they had just eaten sugar and been in the sun, they needed a quiet 15 minutes. Cyndi Lauper came on the radio belting, "girls just want to have fun." Hmm. OK then. I can't help but think that way. Maybe that did not happen for a reason? Maybe I'm just a sucker? but either way I decided it was wiser just then to let them play. With provisos of course.