I'm late with this, but this rose is now part of the flowers for Leontien gathering. If you are interesting in sharing a flower with a woman with cancer fighting for her life, stop in at A Rural Journal and learn more.
I got a better handle on the communication poem yesterday, but it’s still just lying there.
His family didn’t communicate, they shopped. My family didn’t communicate, they golfed and talked golf while drinking. I’ve been trying to describe this dysfunction in a poem that cuts through the terminology to the fears but am struggling. I dented the short story also. Progress.
The Toyota is back from the shop so I can go to class now instead of doing aerobics all by myself in one lane. G hadn’t been doing a whole hour, and he found himself waiting for me out in the cold and rain by the locker room door.
Movingly, I ran into one of the old beach volleyball players, Coach, in Tar-Jay yesterday. I almost ran into his electric scooter with mine. Though I’m overweight, he is vastly overweight. Poor guy….and he still talks endlessly of all his ills even as his weight, diabetes, and COPD are killing him. I can see myself mirrored in his diseases. Our readoption of WW helps my thinking. We did really well with this today.