We putter our way along into the holidays. It’s been so many years since I planned a
party that I’m still dithering over the foods.
Even simple foods seem beyond my imagination, tho I have the drinks well
in hand. The house is done. There are
still a few gifts to wrap. I can do
that.
We did the cards together last night, and it was as if the
Great Geezer ate a lemon. By the time we
were done, his welts were raised and red.
Poor guy needs yoga and meditation or he won’t recover from this ugly
disease.
I had to laugh at myself yesterday too. The mountain of books in the back room at the store had
grown exponentially, and a late starting Joan finally got them priced after a great struggle. I approached the boss with what must have
been a pathetic look.
She barely glanced my way and said as she retreated, “No you
can’t have any more shelves for your books.
You can have a book sale.”
Not only must I wear my heart on my sleeve, I must wear
books on my face.
7 comments:
I hope Geezer is up to having dinner tonight.
Oh, I hope the Geezer gets the relaxation he needs. We can't let this thing ruin his days.
Shingles is awful, poor guy! David and I got the shingles vaccine this year, and I hope we are protected.
Hope the book sale is grand.....and gives you more book shelf spaces....
Hope the book sale is grand.....and gives you more book shelf spaces....
I wish you both peace. When I'm stressd the site of my shingles tingles and itches. It is a plague of a disease. Hope he recovers soon.
Feeling better and no should look into get the vaccine. I am so sorry that your Geezer must endure these set-backs. Keep his spirits up because it WILL pass in time.
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