I sometimes can't figure the day that comes
when I get up. Here's another one. It is worse
with recovery. Yesterday two friends brought
tea. Tea in baskets. I knew that was to be on
Today a friend brought shrimp chowder and
spinach salad. I knew that would be Tuesday.
I still have had a hard time thinking about what
day it is.
I've watched movies, finished Julie
Andrews memoir called Home, and still can't
believe August is half over. Everyone is gearing
up or starting back to school. The youngest son
goes to college on Friday. It will be quiet here.
Just the last one. The baby is now 13.
Left with our only girl.
You will love this: Gordan wanted stamps and
notecards to take. And took a very new book
I just got: Science and the Founding Fathers.
He loves to read and probably will need real books
because his classes will be texts. I'm always so sad