If you’re reading this and following in any way, I’ve decided to begin my foray back into television land with the 30 something hour series Downton Abbey. I’m 18 minutes into it. I needed a break. You eyed me from your hobby table…you’ve been listening and not somewhat silently and without opinion. I’ll eventually have to watch this episode all over again – sans you in the room. But this is a much better way to watch television. Really. This internet way. To be more in control of how much you will watch before stopping for a discussion and how much you will watch before calling it quits for the day. Then pick up tomorrow. Like streaming a movie. I’m glad it’s taken me this long to figure this out – entirely. I’m also glad I figured it out and then cared enough to do something – like watch a program.
And then the petals began to fall off the roses you brought me several days ago…
And my walking stick arrived – the carved Finnish wood one – and you fixed all that up for me nicely.
And I spent 6 hours with my gf during her last really huge chemo cocktail treatment.
And I thought about stuff…too morbid to come from my lips so I’ll save it for some poem or fiction piece. Or not.
garden photo from pixabay others are mine