ARANGEMENTS in Postcards 4

Blue and Yellow.

The day is beautifully sunny and bright. At noon, both G and I drove out to the bone doctor to discover that we didn’t need to be there. He had to “request” the shots that he had been told to come in and get. Me…the request for my surgery hadn’t arrived from the doc. A Lack of communication all around.

Much to my relief, I’ve had an hour nap. I’ve sent a note to the Doctor…dictated by my bone surgeon’s assistant. I’ve had lunch, and I am whipping through this. Later I will try to find that one poem which has driven someone to harass me rather nastily here.
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The living room is finding its own level of comfort. At the thrift store, I grabbed that new-to-me quilt before it could even be hung up. That seven dollar purchase pulls the yellow and blue from the Laka painting down into the room. Yes, sewn in China, but the colors and fabrics will do very nicely. George said, “Not another quilt.” He should be grateful that it was only seven bucks.

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Milaka colors and new quilt.
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• Himself: Fragmented working.


• Myself: Tagging along…no laundry. Now that all the pillows and bedding have been washed, I am coughing less. Admitting to my wild past too.


• Photo: Mine.


• Gratitude’s: For all these years of sobriety.

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Last updated March 25, 2019