Super
high January surf.
Do-mess-ticities and dentists today.
The laundry goes around, and I go grocery shopping.
I found a poem going around in my head, and I managed to write it down
before it escaped me. That’s good. Heroic even.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
- Himself: Continues to feel great. Not a cough to be seen.
Me,
myself, and I: Really
discouraged about my teeth. Need a new
pool shirt. Daughters car was broken
into this morning, and they only took Zoe’s school backpack. She’s heartbroken.
Reading: Louise Penny.
Captain
Poolie: She was
sitting up and eating yesterday. The
peeled banana sat on the bedspread forgotten.
Gratitude’s: The pool was glorious this morning
tho the air was in the 40’s.
That's the trick...write it down before you forget it....how many times....
ReplyDeleteAre you going to share the poem?
ReplyDeleteI expected the peom. Maybe another time?
ReplyDeleteLove the photo.
Shame about the backpack!
ReplyDeleteDarn. I would be happy to replace the backpack with a check if that would be appropriate. I hate stuff like that as it knock the feet out of people. I am with Celia...will we get to read the poem? Hubby is on day 7 of his cold, mostly sniffles and a very mild fever. No chest congestion, and I am happy about that and trying to avoid him as much as I can. LOL>
ReplyDeleteNo cough is about time--wonderful. I think we are all expecting that poem. Glad Poolie is doing a little better.
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