Second Saturday

A garden next to the gated community I live in

I ate apple pie and pasta at a Labor Day party last night. The party was held down a dirt road by a University in town. The party was thrown by international education ex-pats: American, Canadian, Turkish, and other nationalities. I met them in a supermarket checkout line. They are new in town, too.

Tomorrow, Sunday, the first day of my second week at work. Time is already going quickly.