Me and Julio down by de skoolyard, again
That was then, this is now.
Walking the trail in unplowed snow cover is tricky for an old lady without a cane or branch. Feels like slogging through dry sand at the beach, only cold, not “burning desert.” Usually we wouldn’t attempt it, but we felt brave and thought about what was expected which, in fact, we got today: rain, sleet, higher temps til night, and hopes for no ice. All good excuses to stay in, read through blurry eyes, avoid TV, maybe make phone calls, probably nap with Red, nosh on leftover sweets (note to self—there is a veggie platter). Oh yeah: I am required by accident last night to mop floors.
It’s a plan?
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