Herself: Swam. Collapsed often while putting away the kitchen and turning the living room from red to blue. It will stay blue as we are planning a 1950’s turquoise Christmas Tree. I’ve been buying balls all year at estate sales.
Reading: 1960’s Better Homes and Gardens from an estate sale. They’ve been sitting in the garage airing out. The Ad’s are fascinating.
Comic-Con notes: I keep finding little photographic gems that delight me.
Balance: Going to bed. My hand and I hurt all day. There was no balance with the high humidity we have been having here...my fault.
Sometimes all of life seemed blurred yesterday. George put a little distance in there, I grew dogged. Live long and prosper seemed best while letting life go by in a blur. Eventually the blur vanished.
Slowly there grew some semblance of order. Less things hanging in the kitchen for easy use; more things in the pile for the cancer society thrift store. I need to banish more as I brought home a leopard print purse and a wool grannie sweater yesterday.
Am I feeling a little less squished? Yes.