Postcards

 One big thing, a total inability to quilt, and a thousand small things to fill the days.  No matter what I did, I couldn’t quilt.  The needle broke, the thread snapped, ad in finitum.

Small good things happened tho.  I post a picture every time I make an entry.  Down below the dotted line, I tell you about it.  Few must read my notes.  A lovely package arrived from my cousin Jerry with notes from my mother, a newspaper article about me with a very good photo, and a letter from my mother.  What a surprise to see her handwriting again.  A note from an old drinking buddy to tell me the time that the women’s meeting started each week.  At seven in the mornings on Tuesdays.  Seven.  I have little excuse not to attend.

Every meal I say, “Can I help?”

He responds, “No, I got it.”

He really creates nice meals.  And slowly they get smaller too.  I don’t have the appetite of yore now.  And mid pandemic, I can honestly say, I am fat.  2 weeks from now I can get back in the pool unless the doc changes his mind.

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• <A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:</A>  Got a new hand control for his space game.
• Myself:  Back to the sewing machine to figure out why I can’t make it work.
• Reading:  Finished with the Montana mysteries and moving on to “Three Pines.”
• Watching:  KPBS
• Photo:  Taken by G.  Shore birds for Tabor.
• Gratitude’s:  That I have the zip to tackle my big problem.