I woke up to fresh air today, the first night sleeping with the window open – it’s supposed to reach 90 degrees this afternoon. I’m off to buy geraniums and more this afternoon.
I woke up to fresh air today, the first night sleeping with the window open – it’s supposed to reach 90 degrees this afternoon. I’m off to buy geraniums and more this afternoon.
One thing about being away for four months is driving around and checking out all the changes that have occurred.
It’s hard sometimes to come up with yet another idea for a
post. Maybe I should take a page from other bloggers and designate a theme for
particular days.
For instance, Thursday could be Crabby Pants Day.
In the (probably futile) hope of reducing the number of surprises this aging body has been springing on me, I showed up this morning for the Boomer Boot Camp class at our local YMCA.
Friends and family may be scattered or gone, but they remain around my house, triggering memories as I go through my day.
I’ve been away in more than one sense. Yes, we’ve put Florida behind us until next year and are back in Massachusetts trying to adjust to wearing shoes again.