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Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
I have a little corner of my mind reserved just for good thoughts about you, Bess. As for the rest of my mind? Well, let's just say that disarray is a state I'm familiar with!
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Friday, July 06, 2007
Been feelin’ a little under the weather this week and now that I’m sort of back on my feet I’m off to do daughter duty as we begin the process of readying Dad’s house for sale. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get to a computer (that’s faster than continental drift. I’ve been waiting to log onto Hotmail for 30 minutes.) before Sunday - or Monday - or even Tuesday.
There is a ThingsToDo list a mile and a half long, but for some reason, I’m not particularly daunted by it. Some of it is work related, like getting a budget ready for the July board meeting. Some of it is family related, because, not only is Dad at the top of the Family list, but there is The Reunion coming up and yrs. trly. is in charge of the invitations. Some of it is health related and some involves dressing up to be Important Wife of Smart History Guy. Oh, yeah. And the Summer Reading Club, though that’s being most capably handled by my very good staff.
Perhaps my apparent equilibrious state is because I am just numb about it or I don’t believe it’s going to be as twisty-windey a path to get from here to peace as the milestones along said path would indicate. Who knows. It will get done. Or it won’t. For sure, September will come and I’ll be officially a Sr. Cit. and can begin asking for discounts. ;>
Those of you to whom I owe letters, know I will be in touch when the dust settles. Know I am loving you and thinking of you and being so warm and glad that you are my friends. And we can all be glad to know that Christmas socks are being knit, even as you read this. (Er, that is, if you read this in an hour or so.)posted by Bess | 7:26 AM