MASHED POTATOES in Postcards 4

1996: Dad Alex and grandpa George,

I want something with mashed potatoes for dinner. Comfort food.

Of such small things is a day made.

I called the dentist about my way too big plate, I’m calling the oculist about glasses next as in how many changes of lenses will there be, and I keep checking on Max. He may be off his C-Pap, but he is out of focus. After lunch, I have to pick up my Shingles Vaccination and arrange to get the shot. Groceries then cooking. It’s simply glorious that I feel well enough to do all this.

George doesn’t. Maybe I will nap with him later.
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• Himself: He’s at work. Not OK. He did get tickets to Bob Segar.


• Myself: Today: Laundry, Grocery shopping. Tomorrow: Knee MRI. Wednesday, dentist.


• Photo: I took this one.


• Reading: The last Brandsetter, and the Caroline Kennedy book of women’s poetry.


• Gratitude’s: That Alex is so pleased about Max’s birth.

Last updated February 11, 2019