At Home

Hello, It is harder to find things worth writing about when I spend so much time at home. It is too insulating. I did take a short walk this afternoon. It felt wonderful to have the air on my face. Everything was familiar, but a welcome sight. Unfortunately, toes are a slow growing place. It all feels fine, but will take a while to get to a place that one could call normal. I am reading the Tattooist of Auschwitz. It is not a happy read. I have read many books from the time of WWII. Most of them are a bit daunting to get through. It is hard to realize how cruel human beings can be to each other. This book was face out on the library shelf and in reading the flyleaf, I learned that it is based on the true story of a Slovak man. We have been to Auschwitz so I did recognize some of the things he talked about. Many terrible things are still happening in the name of power and greed as well as not caring about others only the self. Leroy did volunteer at the museum this afternoon so it was nice to have some time by myself. Paula