Hello,
Leroy and I have developed a great
gift of talking to the other person who is not in the same room. The speaker
assumes that the other will hear and understand. It goes something like this, “Where
is the salsa?”
Responder from two rooms away says
loudly, “I can’t hear you!”
The speaker might try again louder or
might even move closer to the listener. Even though closer, the speaker might
still talk more loudly than usual with a touch of exasperation.
This afternoon we drove to a park that
is still in our city, but has a nice walking path. Even though this park does
not have as many trees as the one in our neighborhood, it was disheartening to
see so many trees that were down. Many of those standing are marked with a
large orange X which means they will be taken down. We did not think to take a
picture, but there was one giant root mass that seemed almost a perfect circle.
This root base comes out of the ground and just rests in defeat surrounded by
green grass embedded in the clinging soil.
Leroy is looking at all of the postage
stamps that he has from Sweden. There are so many that he is thinking about
getting a stamp album just for them. “More?” I wondered.
“Well, I do not have an entire room
devoted to stamps,” he said. in defense of his wish to increase his stamp holdings.
One of the guys in the stamp club has
just such a room. How on earth would we move that?
Paula
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