Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Wednesday - 124th

A day with Primrose. That's all the text you need! A day like no other, a day of sweet games, shared meals, many songs. Primrose likes to sing. A day in Chicago, but that's besides the point. We don't go further than her courtyard. She leads, I follow. A day with my youngest granddaughter (Sparrow is my youngest grandson and grandchild, since she beat him to this world by two months!).

[No expansive writing today. I really must go to sleep before the late hours of the night! Besides, your own impressions and interpretations are as important, perhaps more important to you than any that I might foist on you. Do enjoy her spunk, her bounce, her clever stream of questions and explanations. I sure did.]

(my breakfast companion)

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(cleaning up)

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(what next?)

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(the good thing about reading penguin stories is that it provides an opportunity to explain the difference between Antarctica and the North Pole, and that in turn allows you to kick around the whole world for a bit)


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(in the courtyard)

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(lunch. with panda bear, her new favorite companion. the plastic grapes are his food.)


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(post nap, post very long bath, still with panda at her side)


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In the evening, the young couple whips up dinner for us all.

You could contemplate the weight of the occasion (last dinner together for who knows how long) and make yourself glum by doing so. Add to it people you know right now undergoing CoVid testing and you could really drive yourself into a tizzy. But that would be dumb. I prefer to line up my inner peace troops and rev them up with articles such as the one in the Washington Post titled "Need Some Good News?...Here are six reasons for optimism." I mean, why take the dark road when there's a lighter path that may in fact bring us to the end of the year with more hope than we've had in a long long time?

A good night to all, wherever you are. Sleep with hope.

And love.

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