I'm having a dippy little moment in an otherwise okay week. Staying positive is an all consuming job right now. Trying to take care of myself this year...so far I have been to the dermatologist. No, it wasn't skin cancer. Just a funky wart on may face. Removed along with several aging spots. I have been to the eye doctor...skipped the appointment last year due to the Covid. I am sporting a new pair of spectacles. I am in need of an internal medicine doctor and am determined to find one this year.
Days seem a little long right now even though sunlight is not. Lots of days on the sofa reading. Nights are spent binging Netflix series. Some of my activities are picking up virtually. Man. That even sounds sad.
Made a quick trip across town to the butterfly garden this afternoon. Had to take stock of a few things. When we were about to leave an old man drove up for directions to the Memorial Gardens Cemetery. He wanted to "visit" his wife but had been blocked on the route he usually took. We tried to give him directions the best we could. It was just sad. He seemed so confused.
Without success I tried to call a friend this afternoon. She must be in the country = out of range. I feel like sisters are busy this weekend so don't want to disturb or interrupt.
I have to say that my reading has been pretty excellent, so far, this year. Finished two already and on a third read. My second book, Educated by Tara Westover we a great read. I need a bookclub just for this book. I need to talk about it. For days. Right now I'm reading about Henrietta Lacks. Oh. It is interesting.
It is deep pour Thursday and I'm nursing a big glass of Cab-sav.
Shalom.
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