Herself: I felt pretty good tho I ran often to the head. No voice. Today all is calmer, and I’m beginning to have a voice. Probably the cold is responsible for me living so much in the past yesterday.
I was skimming my photo’s to copy my pictures of Janey into one file. I couldn’t find them all. I did keep running across other beloved friends that I missed one way or another like my artist friend Don. He’s not dead, like most of the others in the Names header, but he has moved far away and vanished into a new life with a wife that doesn’t want us in his. He was a guiding hand when I needed one, a spiritual advisor when I was bereft, and was a living example of what I could be if I worked at it. I miss him terribly. And Dale who kept me tethered when I was as mad as a hatter.
Three of the photographs are of fellow bloggers. Blather, top left, was a force to be reckoned with at Open Diary when I got there. Blunt, strongly opinioned, funny, and creative, he left not one of us behind or stone unturned. When he died suddenly, we were all surprised tho he had been struggling with cancer for years. The owner of OD left his diary up for all to read.
Did you know two of those pictured were sisters. Jo and Delpha…who wrote as Cosmo her cat, were a most creative and encouraging forces in my life no matter what was happening in theirs from the sixties to their deaths. As was Marion B. She too wrote at Open Diary, and she too shook me up and stirred the word pot in my mind often, everyday even when I didn’t see her….which was a couple of times a week. Perhaps they were soul sisters. I certainly loved them.
While I looked up pictures and struggled to make sense of that sonnet yesterday, I ran errands. I bought another inhaler the doc strongly recommends for breathing times like these…at a $40.00 copay. Gee. I planned the menu and bought groceries with my list in hand. Weight Watcher meals. I can’t imagine ever looking as good as Bonnie, with her newly svelte figure, but I’m going to try. Laundry. Skimming a book on the “Undercover Boss” series. I just find the endings terribly contrived. Bought two “new” white T-shirts. Why? I can ruin a white T-shirt faster than white on rice. It does no good to buy used white T-shirts as they are all already ruined.
I like days like that.
Today I be a lump. My voice returns. That’s good. My sense of humor seems pretty good, but I’m dizzy and dingy. Whooops. So I didn’t go to class to share this virus, and by tomorrow I will be good enough to work alone shelving books. No hugs. No breathing on anyone.
By Thursday I should be alive again. So will the great Geezer.