TONYA delivered my order while I was chatting with my friend Marcy from California.
Earlier today, walked down Cowbell Road for about 7 minutes and then thought, Get thee home, it's getting colder and windier.
I tasted every single thing.
Ordered LIVERWURST, which I learned to eat when I was going with Simon B. Has a rind, which you can't chew.
Note to Simon: Miss you very much. He was great friends with my Mom, who died last April.
American cheese, hard to stop eating. But since I am eating a salad now before I go to Scott's, I can taste PRESERVATIVES in it.
Darn!!!
Scott is making Lentil Pasta at 5 pm, so I wanna get there HUNGRY.
Whipped Cream Cheese, which I would order often when I shopped there myself.
Impossible to open, so I'll carry it there when it's chow time!!!
Woke up this morning to Mr Rogers. Pure delight. A 6 yo boy, Nickie, was playing a concertina. His fingers not only flew across the keys but they were well placed, as his teacher must have taught him.
Once I played the piano very well, but when they showed the notes, I couldn't remember a single one of them.
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW was well received by my writing group.
Ruth, that was funny. In the end, nothing happened, but a lot happened. You have a way of making life interesting. Ha, ha! Beatriz
But, The Anguish of Donald Trump was rejected by Fictional Cafe. I told the woman to remove me from all the mailings.
Later, I'll submit it somewhere else.
CHANGING THE SHEETS. That is one of the hardest things I do.
The purple sheets show everything. These sheets are a dull grey. Last night, I elevated my bad foot from where I missed a step and iced it.
Am also reading - and I do remember the name - WELL BEHAVED INDIAN WOMEN. A fellow in the book named Greg just died of dementia.
How I remember SECOND HOME, where I volunteered a couple of years ago. Nurse Kim was our boss.
In a moment I will eat a salad which shouldn't interfere with dindin.
GORGEOUS WHITE SNOW
Mounds are amassed on our street
The whiteness blinds me
I go out to greet it, wearing Harriet's Sweater
scattered with my white hairs
and a pair of herringbone blue pants
Every single day there is so much to love
even though the pandemic imprisons us
within.
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