I awaken to the realization that I am indeed 92 years old. How can it be, when I was but 29 when I went to sleep>

In this time of wonder for us all, we hunker down in our environmentshumble or huge, and plan another day of trying to get through safely.

We have been extremely lucky to have come to this beautiful place beside the mountains and in a lovely home. Family is very close also holed up in their homes. Today our daughter brought groceries and as she pprepared to leave in her mask and gloves, I entreated her to fix my Amazon password. In doing so, she realized that I had no e-mail password and so fixed that as well. Am I getting forgetful?

We arrange our days differently that before. A shower takes longer which is lovely because fill that space when Dr. Advice and Charlie are off for the morning walk. After which there is a coffee hour 9literaly) while we atare unbelieving at the TV to see the umbers rise from the virus. We all feel very fortunate of course and realize that stayin in and washing our hands may be a help.

There are hundreds of movies which can fill the afternoon hours, and of course inevitable arguments as to which to watch.

I can guarantee that houses, mikne at least, have never been so clean. Dr. Advice is in charge of rugs, and Charlioe contributes whatever he can. One problem has become clear” Charlie’s groomikng tools have never been found since we arrived three months ago.

Which reminds me that there are lots of boxes stored in the garage which are still sealed. I am sure that it would give extra jobs to fill the time, but Dr. Advice sees something in every box he wants to keep, while I want to donate to Goodwill. Though we have a good sized home, we are miossing an bedroom which gives a little less space to put things.

Ne[hew reminded me that had we stayed in Fremont, we wouldof necessity be living in a senior home, now locked in our room. With no one living nearby to call for help. How fortunate we are.

I received a great number of phone calls wishing me happiness, and a cccounter full of beautiful cards. I thank all of you who took the time to remember me on this day. IO miss you all, but when this [andemic has run its course, we’ll have a blast and paint the town red.

Keeep in balance in the meantime.

Author: kaytisweetlandrasmussen83

I am a retired fine arts teacher, sculptor/painter, writer, and a native Californian. I love my family,dogs, horses, movies, reading and music, probably in that order. I have been married forever to a very nice man who is nice to old ladies, dogs and children.

3 thoughts on “A TIME OF WONDER”

  1. Dear Aunt Kayti, those grooming tools will make their presence known as you continue to unpack boxes. Great blog post and happy to have this connection with you now that you have left Fremont. You are still one of my heroines. God Bless you.


  2. I can’t believe it! I decided to make a run through my spam folder, and there you were – and a LOT of posts. Apparently I missed the first one, and when I didn’t approve the rest, into the folder they went.

    So: a very belated happy birthday! And hooray for new digs. I hope things still are working out, and that all is well. I have a lot of catching up to do. Hester had mentioned that you were moving, and I assumed the move was the reason for the silence. Ah, me.


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