Some Days....

…are really good ones.

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They grow up. Mohave and Aaron. Now he is in Afghanistan, and she is in High School. 1998.

Yesterday and Today Himself: “My day was a good day,” he told me. He only totaled out one car. Herself: I got a lot done…with pauses. Sewed the first strip of the quilt. I can’t tell if it is straight, but I alternated directions so it might possibly be. Actually read everybody’s blog but didn’t have time to always leave a note. Mea Culpa. Purelandmountain.com offers the latest news from Japan on days he isn’t fighting his local fauna. Very frightening new news.

I woke this morning feeling really well. Clear. Smiling. Not coughing. I slept like a rock all night, and perhaps that’s a contributing factor. No getting up for the bathroom at two. Sometimes, after two colds in a row, not only do you feel vastly overmedicated, you begin to think it will never end. When you begin to reduce the meds, everything comes back. Sometimes it doesn’t end either.

I bought that brace for my left hand and did sign up for a personal trainer.

Then to bring myself down to earth, I finished reading Sally Brady’s book about her marriage, “A Box of Darkness.” What seemed perfection was really a husband with two separate lives well compaartmentalized lubricated by alcohol.

I worked hard on a sonnet about excuses.

Today you can find me in the pool, at the Cancer Society, and early for an awards ceremony at our local High School where a brilliant granddaughter is getting an award. I’m glad to be invited.