Thursday, January 21, 2016
My Hatboro Day - Meet your compatriots at Brooke Glen Behavioral Health
Ours is closed for the season, thank god. It's always a temptation for this person with diabetes.
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Lovely! My poem they published was Turquoise Nail Polish. Coincidentally I had just gotten my nails polished at Strawberry in Hatboro. I do love the color which I dubbed Blood Red.
Will certainly write a poem about it and Pat who nailed me. She's from Surinam. First I asked if she was from Vietnam. No, she said. Pause. Where are you from? Then she spilled the beans.
Apres this, I walked over to Hatboro Jewelry to get two batteries for my two watches. When I visited Dan tonite he told me he ordered an implement to open his watch battery so he could implant it himself.
Then I ate at the Hatboro Dish. Delicious high carb food - grilled cheese bruschetta. Mike waited on me. Drank three cups of coffee while reading my library book club selection.
Isn't this the most fascinating blog you've never read?
My friend Rob no longer reads it. He's getting one of the postcards I mailed at the Hatboro, PO. The mail goes out at 11 am.
Here are some other people: Nancy, Sarah and ei, 2 mishpucha, HAR, Ellen R, The Sanders.
A S Byatt short stories. She had an unhappy childhood - what writer didn't? - and is the sister of Margaret Dribble Drabble.
Okay, ready to go to Brooke Glen Behavioral Health facility?
Abby Grasso. I was sposed to get my paintings back from their art show but I forgot to pick em up.
Says I, You'll never guess how old I am.
I'm a poet, sez I, and I just wrote a poem called A Brief Panic on Turning Seventy.
Grace Catherine, my 5-yo granddaughter, knows my age and Mom-Moms age. When I was a kid, I was obsessed with ages. We had so many relatives at the time and I knew what years they were all born in. The late 1800s.
ND, however, is having our Second Annual Arts Festival on Sunday, April 10, Gramma Lily's 118th birthday. What a fashion plate she was! She did develop dementia at the relatively young age of 84 and off we finally whisked her to The Old Age Home in Royersford, PA.
Mom thought bc many of the employees were Mennonites or other rural folk, they wouldn't steal.
He wrote me back immediately. Here's an encomium about Paul.