VISITS in Postcards 4

Dixie and I in 20013

The days are grey. We make plans to take the train north to see Dixie. If we wait a year she might not remember us. The thought of seeing her brightens my day but frightens me too. I talk with youngest daughter about this in a delightful long conversation. She will find a semi cheap motel near her apartment.

“I won’t let you in to my apartment,” daughter told me. “I hate it, and so I am a slob. I don’t take care of it.”

I’ve written Dixie. I’ve phoned, but I feel that I just leave messages into a void. I’m hoping the son she lives with tells her when I call. I’m hoping her son will let us pick her up and take her to lunch the two days we are up there. Making arrangements into the cold grey air really isn’t satisfactory, but it’s what I have.

This hasn’t been a sunny, warm summer at all.
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• Himself: He’s been working hard. He’s also been working hard at the gym.


• Herself: Slacking on the diet. Tonight a cookie. Tomorrow a BBQ.


• Poolie: Slightly better Wednesday but very fragile. Terrible vertigo on Thursday.


• Reading: Another old Cadell…about to where my brain is at…needing hand holding and this will do.


• Gratitude’s: That G and I are doing so well.

Last updated August 25, 2017