I have written. And again, a new character has popped up.
I have prayed. A little.
I have doctored and doctored and re-doctored pictures. I am embracing my neck my age the volatility and variability of my face. And hands.
Myself in movement.
Myself. Again. The Focus of Myself.
I did go to the nursing home to hang out with the old people. I dreaded this, but my instinct was correct. I had a blast. I was not afraid at all. It did not make me sad.
I have hung out with my friend Becky.
Dale and I played cards with Ben and Kiki.
I am going to do the Writing for Worship class again, on Thursdays, again.
There are so many clouds and colors. And birds.
If I'm watching, our hawk flies over. Or a whole harrowing of hawks.
I have not done much reading because I am not sitting still very long. I need to find a balance for that.
New purse. Enormous. Metallic. Go figure yourself out. Again.
I want new shoes. For Spring. (I already bought new shoes. For Spring. Of course.)
I cannot buy any clothes. Until April.
Today is church, our new "interim" priest--his first Sunday with us.
Lector--I will read from Deuteronomy. And a Psalm.
A reception after church.
Then Sunday, all day, until tomorrow.