Lazy day with a little of this and a little of that, catching up and getting ahead with spring cleaning, sewing, paperwork, shop business, yardwork and still managing to read a little, write a little, and stick in a dental appointment.
Didn’t realize how low the winter laid me, then the last couple weeks made it impossible to do more than hang onto my head so my brains wouldn’t spill. At the dentist’s, the receptionist said that when I went in two weeks ago I looked like I’d been in a car accident. And the Fedex driver who let me in ahead of him at the parking lot asked me how I liked my Mac–he remembered that he’d delivered it a year and a half ago and how excited I’d been.
Our town is rather rural, yet more populated than it was twenty years ago when we moved in. I can’t imagine living in a big city where you’re only a number on a door and one of millions and yet, I would think that if there are still caring people around, a neighborhood can be a small town.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology