This is my chair. From this chair I keep an eye on the comings by, the goings too, a watchful eye at 8:00 a.m. of Mr. Chan walking by, at 8:30 a.m. of Mrs. Applechi driving by, of Mr. Henry at 9:00 a.m. saying hi, at 10:30 a.m. of Mr. Mailman to drive him off, at 1:00 p.m. of Auntie Flor going to the store, at 2:00 p.m. of Mr. Toffee heading for coffee and Ms. Clam going for a ham, Nettie Blue heading for shoes, Lola Lark going to the park, at her I won’t bark, Uri Flurry always in a hurry. It never ends the passer-by of cars and bikes and walkers and kids, and dogs and cats going by and even a skunk or two, and of well, . . . well truly sometimes I nap. But mostly I want to know not the who’s or the what’s or chitter or the chatter or the hi’s or the bye’s but that Anne is nearby. And well, Ella too.
