Something in her smile looks like the Shadow Creek Johnson's family.
It's grapefruit season in the desert. Valley yards probably have enough crop to feed the country, but most end up rotting on the ground, or being eaten as sustenance by the valley roof rats. These came from Nadine's coworker/boss's house. There's nothing like free freshly squeezed white grapefruit juice in the morning.
Getting ready for our Silent Sunday ride at South Mountain with the Shapiro's. Once a month no cars are allowed in the park, only bikers, hikers, skateboarders, and anyone seeking mountain silence in the city.
Selah's biking theme is the motto from the Terry bike company: ride like a girl. She shook her snowman rattle all the way down the mountain.
The new gruntish laugh.
Vocal play: blowing raspberries.
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