MARCH FIRST in Postcards 4

One big thing, a total inability to quilt, and a thousand small things to fill the days.

No matter what I did, I couldn’t quilt. The needle broke, the thread snapped, ad in finitum.

Small good things happened tho. I post a picture every time I make an entry. Down below the dotted line, I tell you about it. Few must read my notes. A lovely package arrived from my cousin Jerry with notes from my mother, a newspaper article about me with a very good photo, and a letter from my mother. What a surprise to see her handwriting again. A note from an old drinking buddy to tell me the time that the women’s meeting started each week. At seven in the mornings on Tuesdays. Seven. I have little excuse not to attend.

Every meal I say, “Can I help?”

He responds, “No, I got it.”

He really creates nice meals. And slowly they get smaller too. I don’t have the appetite of yore now. And mid pandemic, I can honestly say, I am fat. 2 weeks from now I can get back in the pool unless the doc changes his mind.
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Himself: Got a new hand control for his space game.
Myself: Back to the sewing machine to figure out why I can’t make it work.
Reading: Finished with the Montana mysteries and moving on to “Three Pines.”
Watching: KPBS
Photo: Taken by G
Gratitude’s: That I have the zip to tackle my big problem.