ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO PRINT in Postcards 4

Reality is a little blurred these days. The eye doctor says my cataracts are to stage three…an elective surgery stage. It’s the year they renew my driver’s license, and my vision is borderline for renewal. The dentist says the alternates are an implant, which he recommends, but he could try to replace the broken post or give me a flipper until I can afford it all.

The tooth came out again last night at dinner.

Poolies doctors have stopped chemotherapy and radiation. They have warehoused her in the nursing home where G’s dad died. She is having terrific hallucinations as the pain meds wear off. We are stopping by today.

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• Himself: Tourists in the museum yesterday. Friday he fixed the store’s small cart and reports it has serious metal fatigue. We had a really nice dinner at the Brig last night to thank friends for helping schlep the cookbooks.


• Me, myself, and I: Friday meeting with tooth, tonight meeting without tooth. We are looking for a new cart for the store and going to see “The Post.”


• Reading: Louise Penny.


• Captain Poolie: Not good.


• Gratitude’s: That love is still here. That there is kindness in the world.