(Beatles, 1965)
For a stay-at-home, go-nowhere (except under duress) dud, I'm sure on the road a lot lately. Yesterday's appointment resulted in another scheduled trip to the hospital next week. Aarrgh.
I took a much more pleasant trip in the afternoon. I'd received a notice about a package waiting at the post office and I stopped there on the way home. I knew I hadn't ordered anything and no one had said anything about sending something, so ??? It turned out to be a boxfull of old (really old) family photos from my nephew. There are many of my oh-so-dapper, suit-and-hat, father. He hated to have his picture taken and even with this new influx I have only one where he is smiling. He was in his 40s when I was born, so I only knew him as an older man. A lot of these pics were taken, I know, with an old box Brownie. I thought I'd entered a new age when Steve gave me a digital camera, and then zoomed into the future when my iPhone took pictures! There are photos of my sister as a girl, and lots of me growing up. My mother was a truly beautiful, dark-haired woman. I let my nephew know how much I treasure his gift.
It is a bright and sunny day, but the wind is howling and trees are bending. It's the time of year when the oaks are putting out their seed fronds and I know Michael will bring in more than his fair share. Oh goodie.
Stay safe. Be well.
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