Himself: Drove Model Ts, museum docent, dinner with the Feasters.
Herself: Model T’s, wrote, napped, read, dinner with the Feasters. Wasn’t herself yesterday….even forgot to put on real shoes….vs house shoes.
A blog you might like: Kay writes from the perspective of a third age woman who has survived the vicissitudes of life with humor.
Reading: Miss Reed.
Gratitude: That I didn’t wreck a car, G and an evening with Feasting friends. All our prayers are with Feaster Dr. P who now goes in for 33 bouts of radiation and 6 weeks of chemo.
I broke one of our Foo dogs…..and he must be glued together so we all will stay protected and healthy. Or well balanced. And too I need to take in two pair of pants.
I can do much of this sitting.
After recovering from yesterday’s crash where I at least did not wreck the
visiting Model T, it probably would be a good thing to behave myself today.
The skies are foggy and grey encouraging me to sit or read, sew, or even get
three or four small projects done. I continue to walk things down to the car
on their way to the Discovery shop feeling quite triumphant to be doing this.
I keep poking G to clean his closet….a futile act if I ever saw one. Tonight
I become a trash person at our Sunday Night Speakers Meeting.
Sometimes balance is as much about trash as it is about Foo Dogs.
But you never know.