MADE ME LAUGH in Postcards 4

Christmas 1968: Margot, Laka, PAH, Mage.

Christmas is here if I want things to arrive on time. Packages to be sent in the next few days. No stuffed Raggedy Anne or Andy this year just skimpy checks and a can of paint. Yes, it sounds pitiful.

Zoe wants a teenagers room, and a blue accent wall is coming up with a can of the chosen color plus a paint tray, roller and brush. Sahara wants a new job, but I can’t help with that. I have no idea what George, Laka, or Margot want. George sent away for the booties he wanted and told me that the Panama trip was “our” present to each other. I’m guessing that the trip to Oregon is our present to each other.

In the midst of it all, I am trying to follow the new directions. The nutritionist didn’t offer encouragement with my three confusing diets. She did add new confusions. Measure everything, she told me, and drink more water. So I measured my yogurt this morning and discovered I’d been shorting myself. Made me laugh.

Just like last night. I wore a black striped T shirt…mostly white, with a black and white plaid shirt on top. The only person who got the joke was Poolie. Other folks didn’t understand the joke, but we did. Everybody else thought I looked normal.
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• Himself: Margot texted the paint number, color, and brand to G. Work is “Okdokie.”


• Herself: Last week, I lost my wallet, this week, my keys, I told G this morning that next to go would be me. And too: Those bookcases are in this office, the pictures are in the hall, the lamp is in the living room, but I don’t know where the urn is.


• Reading: The third Mark Pryor.


• Captain Poolie: Up and down, up and down…she sits up better every day too.


• Gratitude’s: That G found my keys.