I’d like to think Claire trusts me with MOST things. When she sent me to Oregon to find a place to live, she sent my brother along to be sure I didn’t do anything…well, not bad necessarily…just weird. Her criteria was a good school district. Mine was a big tree or a funky space that I could make into my man cave. One of the places we looked at had about a zillion trees that were each about a zillion feet tall. If one of them fell, it would easily break the poor little house into a zillion pieces.
ps – The title of this post comes from the movie Some Kind of Wonderful.