Thank you all! G and I appreciate your encouraging words more than you know.
National Poetry Month: Here’s Gwendolyn Brooks “A Song in the Front Yard” that you might enjoy.
Himself: Swam. Job hunted, walked, ate, played games.
Herself: Swam, picked up G’anna, read 2 pieces while delighting in the ladies, read while he walked, ate, and read some more. It’s one of those books. Cut down the fake sweeteners.
Reading: The newest Harry Dresden.
Gratitude: Always G, Sunshine, and the ladies.
Duck always took a nap. He’d undress, pull the covers back on his bed, and nap for an hour. When he got up, he would shower and be ready for the rest of the day. My grandma didn’t take a nap every day, but she always divided her day in half too. In the mornings, she would do work around the house always wearing a “housedress”….those amorphous cotton things that slipped over one’s head. In the afternoons, she was dressed to spend time with friends.
There were distinct halves to the days. Bouncing my chin off my chest after lunch does not constitute a dividing line.
I have no time to fall asleep with my face on my chest today. After an hour in the pool and a little time in the hot tub, I’m off to the Cancer Society Thrift Store for a few hours of sorting. Later we will drive north in the truck to Lessa’s house with a new used wardrobe for her and warm things for other recovering battered women. I confess that I haven’t peeked at the clothes Bee sent south for Lessa. Both Bee and Lessa are the same size now. I continue in my rotundity, darn it, but know that both of them used to be my size.