Just emerged from My Reading Room, where I made good progress on THE MIST by Ragnar Jonasson.
It is truly frightening! I had thought it was a book of short stories, but it's a novel.
While lying on the couch reading, with green blanket across my body, I felt anudder book!
It was WHY WE DRIVE, which I had insisted to the library I had returned.
If you're my age, 74, you remember this day - November 22, 1963.
The Day John F Kennedy was shot.
Guess what I have baking in the oven? I have my timer ticking here on the TV Table for 35 minutes.
I can't wait as I'm sooooo hungry!
Another one of AMY'S INDIAN DINNERS.
When Kennedy was shot, I was taking the yellow rapid transit home from school. There wasn;t a single sound on the rapid.
Nancy Wolen was with me.
Walter Kronkite, the father of our nation, kept us abreast of the situation.
In those days we had a mommy and a daddy and siblings.
Dad worked at Majestic Specialties and I wore beautiful clothes.
Do you know I still wake up in my huge house and think, Where are Mommy and Daddy?
Scott buys me Hellmann's Mayonnaise. When you think you're finished, there is still about a quarter of a cup left.
Such waste is unthinkable for me.
Went outside to the Yellow Plastic Bin and plunked it inside.
Oh! My short story EILEEN;S COAT was rejected by ,,,, I cannot remember the name, but they said it was rejected in the first round.
I certainly felt bad. But of course I will submit it somewhere else. I cannot use punctuation marks on here, my laptop, be I can;t find them.
Drove to CVS to pick up my Tacrolimus, antirejection med. I remembered to make a RIGHT on Davisville Road and found the place fine. I was the second in line.
Signed the receipt but forgot to take my meds.
The lady, wearing mask, stopped me before I left.
When I come in the house from the compost heap or plastic bin I wash my hands with DOVE SOAP in the bathroom. Previously I was using soap that was vanishing day by day.
Okay, back to Raglan !!!!
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