Very Much Alive

I looked out the window. I was stirring batter in a bowl. The grass was green and too much. Birds were singing and flying around. A neighbor ran down the alley in his white briefs chasing some kind of big furry (as could be expected) dog. Hmmm. I licked the spoon even though I was not supposed to. When I was a little girl I was always licking batter from spoons and beaters. I am still very much alive.