BETTER EVERY DAY NOW in Postcards 4

2018: Bobbie, and see if this photo shows up. My fault.

• I awoke this morning thinking I was going to live.

• I read Ronni’s blog and realize her last chemo didn’t work. I get a message from Pam, who we don’t see enough of now, that they are going to have a party for Poolie’s birthday. We are going to miss it because of another useless business meeting. I’d far, far rather be at Poolie’s party.

• George has almost finished that scroll box for Bobbie. Weeks and weeks of innovative work. He loves doing this stuff. I urge him to go back to woodworking school now that he’s 65. He keeps on working with numbers so he can collect his full Social Security.

• It really is 34 degrees out there. Not quite freezing, but you wouldn’t have known it this morning. The heater wouldn’t run. Lowest possible bidder got the job here, but G ran up and down stairs, and up and outside, while switching things on and off until it finally kicked in. After a while, 62 degrees seems nice and warm.
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• Himself: His day is going well, but I feel so sorry for him when trainees can’t seem to learn how to do things.


• Myself: Coughing less at last. I can’t tell you how grateful I am.


• Photo: Me: 2018.


• Reading: Brandsetter 10. I really care for these fictional characters.


• Gratitude’s: Feeling slightly better at last. That I have time to play with some older photos.

Last updated February 09, 2019