If anything could go bad this year, it pre-booked the event for this August. Weather was bad, visits to rehabs, and strange hospitals were a high point of the month. Going through my 100 year out mother in law's apartment filled with treasures of the 30s, 40s etc and ect. Everything was there for a purpose. Years of menus from her retirement home. Piles of these collectable menus. There were piles of old junk mail ...opened and not opened. You get the picture, under the bed ( which was 50 years old) was her prized junk, neary a spot under her queen bed was empty. Treasure here, and treasure there. Need I go on. To horrible to put in writing, getting old and living alone belongs on the late night tv shows where they show horror movies now. Depressed you say. Yes,of course. The prequel to this event was spending two weeks with my very sick sister in ICU in DC.
I do hope the September brings the good things back in my life. Rides to NH to view the colorful leaves, warm days and cool nights. Fresh apples, cider and strong cheddar cheese.
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