LITTLE THINGS in Postcards 4

  • Sept. 10, 2019, 12:28 p.m.
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It’s been finishing the little things this morning. In front of me, on the wall, are grandchildren pictures. I have permission to show some here, but I haven’t asked about some of the other kids. I had a really cute picture of Stassa up on the wall, but it shows her at about eight. She is graduating HS this year. I updated her picture.

Zoe was about five in the picture I had up of her. I upgraded it to her new High School Picture. I need to upgrade other family members, but those were the two most annoying. The laundry is as done as it is going to get before Thursday. George did the dishes, and I chewed him out. They are my job. Books I left about, for I am a slob, got themselves shelved.

I was reading the “Mrs. Tim” books out of order, and so I have backed up and I am reading them in their proper order. These books are good in any order, but I wasn’t comfortable without WWII in its rightful place. I know, I am silly.

The days are cooler at last. The heat is supposed to return Friday, but I shall be in air-conditioned discomfort that day. Margot is taking the day off and will come sit with G in a waiting room. Our diets start that day…I’ve never been so very fat as this. Walking starts again that day in the hospital halls….as soon as I wake up.

I will keep you posted.

2019 Zoe, High School Picture, first year.

2019 Stassa Starting 12th grade in Spain.

2008 Stassa in Greece just before the hat went overboard.


Last updated September 10, 2019


Jinn September 10, 2019

Cute pictures! I will be thinking about you Friday !

woman in the moon September 10, 2019

Such beautiful intense eyes.

I will think of you too.

Hillbilly Princess September 10, 2019

🌺 🌸 🌼 🌺 🌸 🌼

Marg September 11, 2019

Beautiful girls! All the best for Friday - hope everything goes well!

NorthernSeeker September 21, 2019

It is hard to keep everyone posted in a crisis. I'm trying to do that after Mom's passing and failing miserably. I wish you the best...don't expect perfection.

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