Stayed under the covers till I warmed up.
Mom LOVED being with her relatives. Nuffin in the world meant more to her.
Today is Monday, Sept. 21. 2020.
Mom died on April 21, 2020.
I miss her terribly and always will.
On a lark, I called up her and Ellen's phone number yesterday and asked, Is Mommy there?
My house was dreadfully cold this morning. Turned the heat up to 68, then turned on my gas oven and brewed a cuppa Pumpkin Spice Tea by Harney & Sons.
That sweet Katharine Ross played his cheating wife.
Last night I had two significant dreams. One was about the late Stephen Weinstein, thother about my father, who in the dream died in the hospital at age 8.
I have one odious task to do today but will procrastinate by reading THE OTHER MRS. by Mary Kubica.
Have a great day.
Your fan, Ruth Z Deming
LOOK OUT UPON OUR GLORIOUS WORLD
Wide swaths of lawn
Butterflies flitting across grass
Black-eyed susans abloom in the lamppost garden
Be ever so grateful while you are here
Thank you, I am.
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