Herself: I have been gobbling books between socialization. Took the tree down too. No excuse not to get back to work on the Blue Quilt.
I tease him by saying, “It’s all your mother’s fault.” And in a complicated way, it is. He missed the link that taught communication and socialization skills, and how he ended up with overly social me, I do not know.
Thursday I met with the Poets Group at one of my favorite spots, Natis. I could hear little….it was as if the wall of food and dishes between the table ends blocked me from the words. At my end, they talked of Marion B with everyone missing her and several saving her
journals for later reading.
My call into the wild, “It’s illegal, it’s illegal,” was ignored or talked over. I just had to say it as I too had saved her journals.
“It isn’t her house anymore,” said one of her best friends. We all understood. I felt that about the group too loving the people but it isn’t my house any more.
Yesterday was to be dinner with Granddaughter Beth and her mom Eileen and dad Guy. When they first called G, he was just yards away from where they were shopping and he working. He had to finish his wreck, drive all the way home to get me, then turn around and drive all the way back inland for dinner. Tho I felt deaf there too, I did feel very at home with them. More of this,” I said. They agreed.
Tonight, dinner with Katy and Dan. We are trying that Vegan restaurant that the Captain recommended. They like to eat healthily. We need to.
Tomorrow dinner with Don. She’s with a health therapist and undergoing a 90 day cleansing. My beliefs are not hers, but I let her rattle on when we are together. G says nothing at all about this bite by bite supposed reconstruction of her tiny body.
If you want us, we are being social. Monday we collapse.