Still Lives in Postcards 4

Still Life.

• One week, on a Wednesday, she was shaky. The next week on Tuesday, instead of going to a regular doctor’s office visit, her ride called 911 and she went to the emergency room. She was placed in a private hospice Thursday and died yesterday. I was shocked by the rapidity of it all. She was my friend and I gave her rides to work. Her name was Gloria. Worst of all, I, of faint memory, don’t have a picture of her.
• Sunday morning, early, we were off to the Fair for a second time. The art had only a few really catch-my-eye pieces, but the photography was stunning. I walked for two straight hours. G and I split an order of deep fried Oreos. My, they were good.
• I take over a job of cake baking for my Sunday night meeting next Sunday. They want it done as cheaply as possible. Cheap doesn’t make it for me. I’ll pay for the two cakes and the three frostings. Most speakers meetings in our area have declining members. The fancy one in La Jolla has gone from 200 some to 40, and we have gone from 200 some to 130. Summer? Vacations? Other Plans? It sure hurts the budgets.
• The living room is much simpler. I’ll send the rocker down to the garage to be hung with the dining room chairs. I’m starting on the linens today. What a frightening thought.