Sometimes it's all I can do keep up with Keva. She's got an exuberance I haven't felt in...ever. It wasn't five minutes after picking her up I could feel it, the lady enjoys the world around her in a way I don't have access to. I enjoy a few things fiercely, but after that there's a severe drop-off. Keva finds the whole world sumptuous, loves to take it all in, whether it's an interesting (yet decrepit) building, the lay out off her new city, the folks on the street or the dog heads that protrude from the Hollywood Dam.
She also loves cacti. And collared greens and mac and cheese and music and making funny sounds and and and and the list is endless.
Makes me feel old.
But then it makes me feel Old, the man on the porch who goes on about the Good Ol' Days and squints at those pesky kids and tells everyone how folks just don't appreciate things anyone.
Same old man who, when young, didn't appreciate things nearly as much as Keva.