Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I’ve been enjoying not having to clear snow daily, and this has given me a bit of time to catch up on inside things. You know. Taxes, scholarship forms, college applications, bills, laundry and a new recipe here and there. All important, but nothing urgent. Not at this point.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I’d spent the afternoon reading up on flu cures, and I must say that other than Tamiflu, if you can get to it in time, there isn’t much out there. I don’t have the flu, but it seems to be quite virulent and it may come this way one of these days and I’m inclined to be prepared. I don’t remember my grandmothers running to and fro for doctor visits and prescriptions; they were more about a cup of this or a shot of that, and it always seemed to work.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. The kitchen was the warmest room in the house, and that’s pretty much where I spent the evening, putting together a pan of lasagna and baking up some chocolate cherry cake during the show. Just as Garrison signed off and I slipped in a CD of instrumental music (I favor cello and piano), the phone rang. It was Rosemary, my dear friend from Ohio, a woman I met at a writing retreat in Connecticut over a decade ago. She’s one of those people you meet and you love in one flashing moment.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It’s been a busy time and things are winding down and listening to the show is just the thing on a Saturday after the New Year begins. The two older kids are still home from college — one going back early, wanting to get things going for her final semester; the other enjoying down time with friends along with some time to himself. And the youngest started up at school on Monday. There’s a lot going on — scholarship renewal forms and applications, college communications, wedding planning, graduation planning, double the grocery shopping — so when my dear friends tell me I’ve been quiet lately, well, what can I say. I feel loud as ever. I wake with energy daily, but it peters out sometimes by dinner. And that’s just how it is. I’m no spring chicken, and — let me tell you — there were a few episodes of gift wrapping where it took me a bit to get up off the floor.