NOT AT ALL THE USUAL in Postcards 4

• I worry and have nightmares about our friend Poolie. The vertigo continues with the resulting nausea and dizziness keeping her immobile. A few days ago, even moving her head to speak, upset her stomach terribly. A tiny bit better yesterday. Today so bad that her friend Pam called 911. Why didn’t the nursing home do this days ago.
• Reading and quilting, that’s me. A friend asked me the other day what I had been up to, and when I finished the litany even I felt amazed. Up at 0545. Read and watch news for half an hour. Walk, swim, eat breakfast, read blogs…yes, I do…or quilt then lunch and nap. Not that I want to nap, mind you. Sew, fix dinner, eat, do something with the Great G, read, and Netflix. Bed at 10. I need more hours in my day, but I dare not think that at all.
• I’m making time to write today, but there won’t be time to read. “Stewart’s “Maggie’s Farm” is playing on the radio. I should be able to put one of the remaining pieced strips together today if I don’t read any of you. It’s really ugly…and very strong. Sometimes I have no idea what I am doing, but at least all the colors work.
• Speaking of working. Since I never signed up to go back to school, the guilt won. I asked the new boss lady if I would be needed on my old schedule. So now I am working on Friday’s once again.
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• Himself: Gym and working at his overcrowded Monday queue. Meeting tonight.


• Poolie: Very vertagoish yesterday while trying on assorted hats and wigs.
  Today terrible. We are on the way to the ER now.


• Reading: Finished the excellent Mizushima Alaskan mystery and now reading the “Y” is for Yesterday.” Did I ever tell you that I disliked books that jump from time to time period and person to person. Finally the new Stabanow arrived.


• Gratitude’s: That we can be there when called.

Last updated August 28, 2017