Just Keeping Up

It has been several days since I wrote a blog . Now it is Saturday morning, I am eating chocolate, asking on Facebook if anyone knows of a seamstress in the area because it is harder and harder to find time to sew my clothes and I have five yards each of black and natural linen just waiting.

Lee has gone outside to gather leaves or sticks to bring into the garage so I am taking advantage of the time that gives me. It is freezing out there but the sun is shining and that is all that matters.

Yesterday I visited an assisted living home to see what it was like. It was beautiful and almost country club looking. Not quite where I see Lee, or me for that matter, but I am going to look over places that might fit him in the future. They were very kind and spent an hour listening to me and answering so many questions. I am trying to get myself prepared for whatever lies ahead.

The poetry book is finally laid out the way I want it and will go to the printers on Monday if he says he can follow my simple demands. At least I think they are simple.

My obsession with filling in my drawings continues. A friend has sent me an abundance of pens to use. None smaller than a .5 but enough of them to make lots of black sections.

After the bride came doors. Then pillows.

This morning I started the breakfast pages.

I have not got back to Ellie and her kitchen story except to say she is now outside in her garden.

…………..He never went hunting with the men he hung out with in town. He probably wasn’t asked that often. Ellie suspected that he didn’t go because it was one more thing that he wasn’t good at, shooting straight. The men never knew how many guns Gerald owned. And even if he told them, they likely would not believe him. Ellie knew this because one day she overheard one of them say, “Did you ever notice that whenever Gerald clears his throat, the next thing he says is a lie.” They laughed at that because Gerald always was clearing his throat before finding his voice. And Gerald couldn’t keep from exaggerating. A forecast of flurries was a blizzard coming. A downpour instead of showers. Like Ellie, the men would politely wait for Gerald to finish his predictions and then pick up the conversation where they left off.

I will get back to her as soon as I can. Last I saw her she was worn out and sitting on a bench.

Til later…PS Isn’t it great to not have Trump in the public eye?