She tossed and turned. Sleep seemed to allude her as she thought about the things that she needed to do. Her trip to her home state seemed to make her happy as she toured the “bamboo” farm and visited with a distant relative. Her sister laughed with her over old photographs and they made a pile to sell. After so many years, they found that neither knew the people in the photos and even when they did they decided to put then in a “For Sale” pile…even the sisters old boyfriend. It provided entertainment for them as they made no real preparations for Christmas. On Christmas day they baked a banana nut bread cake and did so without any fuss. They shopped but did not buy neither wanting anything. They ate out at various places and found the food enjoyable, i.e. the potato soup at McAlister’s. She drove back; thought about the three places that she had looked at to perhaps take her life back to that place from where she came. Only one fit the bill and she wondered who was left that she knew. Bringing her safely back home was an easy chore. She zoned in on the road; stopped once and never looked back. Yesterday she made a list of things to finish. Sneaking a peek they looked suspiciously like this:
Finish the project at UAH
Finish the five books in progress or reworking old ones
Finish separating the photos and sending to the ones in the photo before forgetting who they are and putting them in the “For Sale” pile.
As of late her head feels funny; sometimes she forgets words, like “salad” while staring at the lettuce and tomatoes and knowing the word which finally came but after much searching through the billions of cells in her brain. It unnerves her so now you have an alternative source of information to bring you news as the year progresses.
The Universe smiles and approves the concept.
Today there is a letter to mail. It was mailed yesterday but somehow the requisite page to attach the info to was left in the copier and some other piece of paper substituted so another letter must be mailed to try to correct the error. It will not be in a pink envelope; a plain white one will have to do; the requester had enclosed the pink envelope but alas it left yesterday with something inside that did not belong, however it is now winging its way to PA so the white envelope will follow.
Those are the plans for the day.