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.
I hope Geezer is up to having dinner tonight.
ReplyDeleteOh, I hope the Geezer gets the relaxation he needs. We can't let this thing ruin his days.
ReplyDeleteShingles is awful, poor guy! David and I got the shingles vaccine this year, and I hope we are protected.
ReplyDeleteHope the book sale is grand.....and gives you more book shelf spaces....
ReplyDeleteHope the book sale is grand.....and gives you more book shelf spaces....
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteFeeling 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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