GO TO in Postcards 4

There’s a chill breeze blowing up from the beach. Breakfast was cereal, and lunch was childish…a peanut butter sandwich. I revel in the normalcy of it all. Just to make life even kinder, the sun is out.

Bobbie calls with several links that are just perfect….one an art supply page. You can spend hours on this page she tells me. Once I get there, I agree. DeAnna sends me a charming card with three kitties washing their faces after a meal. There’s a nice long note inside. On Facebook she puts a photo of herself in Istanbul kissing a kitty. It all seems to balance out well with my afternoon.

I climb the stairs here one at a time trying to build up strength. My go to method for good heath is the pool. I do have one of my own down the hill, and it’s looking as if I am going to find out how to get in to it. Stairs are a wall for a scooter. Our pool has stairs at every entrance.
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Himself: Faaxed all the official papers to the loan officer. Now he is playing a game.
Myself: Dreessed in real clothes for a change.
Reading: Nicholson.
Photo: Title, Border crossing. Artist, Jimenez, Fiberglass with an acrylic surface. Fine arts museum in Balboa Park.
Gratitude’s: Yes, yes, yes.