ANTICIPATION in Postcards 4

It was physical time today. We got to the lab well before 7AM, but there was no order. We couldn’t stay to see if the clerk could find it. G had to go to work. Usually I am not a nice unfed person, but this day I was just in a daze.

Websites hate me this week. Instead of accepting their rejections, I’ve been expecting to open their pages. Anticipating an easy entry. Nope, among my worst struggles has been my medical site. Nothing I could do would open their page. Yes, my doctor ONLY communicates via their “Patient Portal. No portal for me. Ditto Photobucket. Ditto one of my blogs.

I’d like the internet to flow smoothly as we begin to sort stuff to pack.

I’ve picked two books to read on the train anticipating a wonderful trip to Powell’s Books in Portland. It’s the Mecca for all book lovers. I’ve printed my tickets, my hotel reservations both Portland and LA. I’ve printed directions to all the Powell’s. I’ve even printed everyone’s phone numbers so I don’t have to bring my twenty pound phone book.

I’ve got pants, shirts, sweaters, underwear, and even a tooth brush. I imagine I will happily leave for the train never knowing if I am healthy or not.
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• Himself: Got some new folks on his phone that didn’t listen. Got a Chineese 49cc Ultracyle that wasn’t in his system. That sort of day.


• Herself: It’s almost dinner time, and I feel more in touch with the world now.


• Reading: A 1969 D E Stevenson.


• Captain Poolie: Turn around. Perky yesterday


• Gratitude’s: That I woke up at last.