the birds in the bbq

Stayed up till five last night, fitting and refitting, tightening, rolling, padding the breakables and praying they pass the carry-on commandments. Then I awoke to the loveliest Saturday, endured the post office, and ate some empanadas by the lake with Andrew, where we witnessed a Canadian goose attack a family of four in a paddle boat. The baby mourning doves that hatched under the barbecue on our fire escape learned to fly this morning, all the way to the biggest tree in the backyard...though we fly tomorrow, we arrive Tuesday; the day of May 15th, 2006 will never exist for us, said Sarah. Leaving on Mother's day, and erasing my parents' anniversary...not the best daughter to my incredible parents this year; but we all gotta fly sometime...