SMALLS in Postcards 4

(A ‘small’ is a little bit of an item in an antique or collectible store. It’s like a lone salt cellar or a teaspoon.)

Marta came to clean today with her daughter. That got them out of here in two hours instead of four. I really appreciate them yet feel a little guilty sitting in a chair and puffing. George moved around them putting dishes in the dishwasher, drying a load of laundry, and hustling me back upstairs.

The good Doc said I’m anemic…that’s what the result of the low B-12 is. So I am tired. Very. I came home, after the doctor’s visit, do all those underappreciated exercises, and suddenly take a two hour nap. That was unwanted. They say I need to weigh myself more often to track the water since I am not taking any water pills. I also get five days off the non-chemo chemo. Already my brain feels clearer.

Maybe I will be able to tackle Bobbie’s quilt before Tuesday.

Bobbie said she would be in town today.

All the pressure sores are healing at last.

We have lift off.

• Himself: He can touch his thumb to his middle finger.
• Myself: Puffing less.
• Reading: Johnson.
• Watching: Netflix: There’s nothing on regular TV.
• Photo: 1983, I found a wealth of kid flics, Margot/Laka, and wanted to share them. Top: Mine at thhe Mission Beach Plunge. Bottom: 1980, Connie Anderson.
• Weather: Clouds blowing in from the desert. So strange.

• Gratitude’s: For the cooler weather here at the beach.