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  • June 27, 2020, 7:43 a.m.
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Saturday morning. Waiting for Joana to get up. Pills on her plate. Cereal bowl and spoon, half a banana, a graham cracker. When she gets up I will mix a Carnation Instant Breakfast and pour milk into a glass for her to put on her cereal.

I have a load of laundry in the machine - it may be done by now. I fed the cats and swept the porch.

I skimmed the papers Joana has to sign to appease the drug store so she can get her ostomy supplies. I am being very nice, as nice as I can be, to the lady at the drug store.

I’m in a mood to tackle paperwork, to go through stuff, to sort and organize. Or am I? Eventually I will have to do something. Put that on my tombstone - eventually she had to do something.

Last time I bought graham crackers I noticed there was a throwback variety - supposedly the same of Original grahams. I may try them next time. Might be a good time to have an overlap so if they are not to everyone’s taste there will be a fall back to current grahams.

Oh I forgot to tell you - I saw the salamander in the laundry room this moring. All dark green with yellow spots, slender and round at the same time. I need to get you guys a picture of Sally. He/she is a bit shy so maybe it will not work.

Meanwhile this is a bud of this year’s new ivy leaved geranium - the one I bought at the meat market in New Albin. Bright pink.

Talking geraniums, the local newspaper had an article on the closing of the town’s long term greenhouse. It had been family run for generations and the woman who is now retiring said her father used on geranium plant for decades to start all his geranium plants. They had over 300 cemetery urns at one time that they planted each spring and watered through the summer. Mother’s day corsages were a big deal in the past, not so much now.


Last updated June 27, 2020


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