Thursday, September 11, 2008

And so it goes...

When I get up around 6:30 after an unrestful night's sleep I put on my socks, slip into the same polyester travel pants I've worn for six months now, and find either a cotton sweater or some long-sleeved shirt summer or winter. (I'm always cold.) Then I make my way to the front door and look for the "paper" which now looks and feels like a computerized advertising supplement with some "news" thrown in to give credence to it's status as a "newspaper." The crossword puzzle is what gives a start to my day: we (my spouse and I) can usually do Monday through Thursday but Friday is a challenge and Saturday impossible. After the puzzle I wait until 10 to go for my walk - unless something else comes along. Today I moved paving bricks around to help someone who was putting in a walkway for us. That's why I'm aching now and can hardly bend down to pick something up. After lunch I tried to screw in permanently a window molding that had come loose outside my foundation - but I only made it worse and took the whole thing off. (I'll have to ask for help tomorrow.) While outside I missed very important call: from my granddaughter who sang, and whispered, "Twinkle, Twinkle" in a very cute song style. I thought 'she must be brilliant.' I wish I had been there for the call - but then maybe it wouldn't have been as cute. Then I listen to 'All Things Considered' and then we have supper watching 'The Newshour'. After supper I think how I like to sit in the room where my son works on his computer (I sit in a very comfortable 'nursing rocker.') It's after 8:30 now as I write this and I realize how boring it sounds but there is actually a lot of feeling in my day for my family members past and present and others. I especially miss S and D. I remember the sound of her bare feet running on the tiles in the basement until she gets to our bed and throws herself over me to land snugly in the middle of us. "Pa, can you talk?" she says... As Bob Hope used to say: "Thanks for the memories..." But you probably never heard of Bob Hope...and now I try to stay up until 10:30 and hopefully to sleep without having to get up too many times to p...

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