Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
"We Three"
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Nuts about pears. Oh, hell, just nuts.
Crazy time here in the little yellow house. My 66th year, and well aware that my grandfather died suddenly at this age. Of a stroke. So, taking my supplements, exercising, being diligent. And my 63 year old brother had the stroke. Could have been a lot worse. He is already recovering his speech, after just 4 days. And well enough to drive himself home. Gratitude, and it was not a bad thing, when you think about it, a touch on the shoulder, so to speak. Best to know what is happening, and he may actually quit smoking. He is very emotional, not at all himself. That is probably nicotine withdrawal more than anything. Send prayers to dear Richard for a happy recovery, and happier, healthier lifestyle. Hell, we can all use that. So, I stood at the kitchen counter and painted those pears again. Trying lots of different stuff these days, just seeing what's what with these fascinating little sticks of color. Cannot think of a better way to spend a quiet morning.
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