cross it off the list 3

With some fear and trepidation I delivered a wee boat to a friend yesterday. Fear, not because it looked a bit like a wooden shoe (I could just say, "Actually it's the other way 'round. Wooden shoes look like my boat.") but because it was several months late.

Not to fear. My friend guessed what was in my backpack before I unwrapped the prize and loved it. Loved it and held it to his chest, reminding me of a young boy who still lived inside.

I bicycled home 50 pounds lighter, minus a few ounces for the boat.

This morning I happily crossed one more item off my list.

Photos by GH

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