OUT in Postcards 4

I’m trying to poke G to get out and about today. I’m stirring the pot, jiggling the bowl, and moving the masses around. He’s playing one of those games. I’m not.

“Why do you always leave it up to me,” he asks.

“I’m afraid that any suggestion I make would not meet your minimum daily requirements,” I tell him. The truth is, he usually doesn’t say no, he just ignores my suggestions…quietly.

The beach, the bay, the false bay, the mountains, the hills, the valleys, and the great sandy places. Anything out of the house for an hour or so will be perfectly fine.

It’s getting later, and we are still sitting here.

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• Himself: 45 days left till retirement. We are picnicking up at the top of the point around lunchtime.


• Myself: I will know more about everything Tuesday.


• Photo: Mine.


• Reading: Just starting the new Louise Penny.


• Gratitude’s: Right now for everything.