Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Leaving my house yesterday I fell over Constanza wearing a glamourous hat, with Lucci, escaping the rain that was about to become torrential. They'd been playing in the park up the road.
When they moved from our old apartment building in the real 'hood, I followed some months later to this one, fleeing the Trogolodytes, landlords of legend. Now she's down the road two blocks and we actually hang out more often.
After her return from Barcelona last week Cons figures their next stop is Spain, so if tradition holds, I guess that's where I'll be living next!