Quote of the Day: "We have survived an Alchemy of our living space."
What I'm reading: Red Clay, Blue Cadillac.

Last weekend my younger daughter and I found a whole bunch of lucky pennies out in town, heads up and everything. We pocketed them, ready for an extra dose of good luck. I'm not even sure what kind of great stroke of luck I would hope for. She would first hope for world peace. That what she always wishes-- as a middle child, she must find the idea of global harmony particularly elusive and desirable. After that, maybe new art supplies, or her own pool. As for me, I cannot quite hope for the kind of massive good luck it would take at this point to get a publishable novel written. An instant home renovation seems more likely than that.

We came home to find visitors, a family our eldest daughter knew a few years ago in elementary school. They were back from an out-of-state move, out of money and out of a home. The mother was in the midst of driving around town applying for food stamps and jobs, and came by hoping we could help. So we are trying, while searching the boundaries of what is right, and what is wise. I guess those pennies were not for how much luck we were going to get, but a reminder of how lucky we already are.