Guessing games.
Guess who I talked to for all of 13 seconds just now.
Yes! My grandson Max Atticus Deming.
I asked him what his sister's name was and he correctly answered GRACE.
Dan said, Prepare to be rejected, Mom.
I guess that's what a door slamming meant.
I am making split pea soup like Mom used to make.
Everything's in the slow cooker.
peas, chopped celery, chopped onions, garlic. Oops forgot the salt.
I'd told Max of a delicious snack made of celery filled with peanut butter.
Hmm. I wonder why Grace takes such a dislike toward me.
Am taking a break from my writers' group and emailed Beatrix about it.
Just don't feel like inventing something though I do have some good ideas I wrote down last night.
What shall I do now?
Read?
Nay.
I shall .... fill in the blank, Dear Reader. Surely you know me by now.
I may walk around da block.
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