SMALL EXCITEMENTS in Postcards 4

The sun is out. The leaves on the trees are almost all green now. George’s bird feeder has given one local flock of starlings a good winter feed. We can tell as the males are almost all crowned with reds.

Today has been set aside for two doctor visits. I’ve devolved into one of those fat old ladies who schedule more than one doctor visit in a day. OT with the therapist who did my other thumb at ten, and the ENT man at 1315…an odd time. I’m looking forward to letting this go over the weekend and mindlessly living through a wonderful weekend. Later next week, I can totter off to another appointment with my greying head held high.

I’ve tried out Windows 10 on the new laptop and am only a little confused. That’s good. Even better, the suitcases are up. One for the pillows, and a hanging bag for the good clothes we’ll wear to the dinner where we usher instead of attend….we hate paying lots of money for mediocre foods but we like hearing the speaker. And lastly, our two rolling bags for everything else. I’m rather fond of mine. Sentimentally attached. All sorts of wonderful memories seep out from its black canvas sides.

• Himself: Has taken a vacation day to go with me. I am very grateful. He will be working only two days this week. Imagine.
• Herself: Better every day but for the cough.
• Reading: The first of the Cadells, “Mrs. Tim.” It’s set just before the second World War, and most of the characters are still discussing the first war.
• Gratitude’s: Getting more control over my right hand.