We putter our way along into the holidays. It’s been so many years since I planned a party that I’m still dithering over the foods. Even simple foods seem beyond my imagination, tho I have the drinks well in hand. The house is done. There are still a few gifts to wrap. I can do that.
We did the cards together last night, and it was as if the Great Geezer ate a lemon. By the time we were done, his welts were raised and red. Poor guy needs yoga and meditation, or he won’t recover from this ugly disease.
I had to laugh at myself yesterday too. The mountain of books in the back room at the store had grown exponentially, and a late starting Joan finally got them priced. I approached the boss with what must have been a truly pathetic look.
She barely glanced my way and said as she retreated, “No you can’t have any more shelves for your books. You can have a book sale.”
Not only must I wear my heart on my sleeve, I must wear books on my face.
