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Jordan with Cricket and June Bug
(I call them Tweedledee and Tweedeldum)
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Just one of those
days. I had a most efficient packing list for my trip to Tomball (I’m leaving
the Burtons to guard the compound but will take Sophie with me), but in putting
things in my bag this morning, I lost the list. Jordan found it for me.
I couldn’t find a
specific pair of pants I really wanted to take: Jordan found them for me.
When I came back
from lunch, the friend who brought me doesn’t like to drive through the gate,
and I had a fairly heavy package. With impeccable timing, Jordan drove up right
behind us, carried my things in while I clomped across the uneven and
treacherous pavement of the driveway. We had just had a nice lunch at The Tavern
with my beta reader and his wife, sort of a gathering of old friends.
But my day wasn’t
over: trying to get clothes out of the closet to assemble for my brief trip I
got tangled in the vacuum cleaner cord, nearly fell, couldn’t get my walker
untangled. Said a few choice words.
Feeding Sophie, I
spilled dog food all over the kitchen floor. Have you ever thought about
sweeping from a wheelchair? I got some swept up and dropped half of it, a
pattern I seemed to repeat several times.
The day got better
again when I went in the house to sit in front of the fire while Christian
cooked dinner—a delicious salmon recipe. The fire, the food, and the company
soothed me after my…ah…unusual day.
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| Tonight's salmon |
I think I need a vacation
from being on permanent vacation.
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