I need to get started on a new life. Can’t sit around and fumble. But, in my heart of hearts, I want to do nothing, absolutely nothing. And I can’t die until Jim does.
On the other hand, I hosted a lovely Post Thanksgiving dinner tonight for two of the old farts (92 and 80). I don’t cook much anymore so was trepidatious. But even I was delighted with the outcome. The turkey was perfection and that’s not an easy outcome.
Tomorrow I’ll take pumpkin pie to Jim. He loves my pie. And I love him.
Signing up for this writing course at Stanford. I’m not all in and am intimidated but, dear god, I have to do something!
On the other hand, I hosted a lovely Post Thanksgiving dinner tonight for two of the old farts (92 and 80). I don’t cook much anymore so was trepidatious. But even I was delighted with the outcome. The turkey was perfection and that’s not an easy outcome.
Tomorrow I’ll take pumpkin pie to Jim. He loves my pie. And I love him.
Signing up for this writing course at Stanford. I’m not all in and am intimidated but, dear god, I have to do something!
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