Just another prettty

 

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     Beautiful bright mild day after last night‘s fresh layer of clean snow.  We took a leisurely mile walk at 1:00 on very wet streets—the sun had had time to melt the snow pack considerably. Red loved getting on top of the drifts and crunch down through them, roll himself in them for some reason, like adding sprinkles to himself.  He played with Luca, just back from a road trip to Fla. K said the little dog loved riding in the car even though they drove through on the trip down.  She’s looking to buy a property there. They visited relatives rather than doing the tourist thing.  

    We also spoke to P, who showed us a black slate valentine painted by a friend, and we waved to G’s wife and granddaughter, as well as to J when we heard Dewey bark hello. Yesterday in the windy cold we greeted three men on our walk, including P, J’s son, and one with a big smile whom we didn’t know. It’s really pleasant and important to encounter neighbors in the ‘hood.

      This is concerning:  A and Red went for a short errands drive, while I napped. I greeted him when I thought I woke up and asked when they got back. He said 5 minutes ago and I already had spoken to him, had said I was awake. He had put Red on the bed. I looked and was surprised to see him there, asleep.    

     I won’t report this to a doc yet, but I want a record of it.  It sounds like that temporary amnesia incident I had a few years ago. It’s scary to me. 

      Mid day after all my usual foolish Sudoku and reading, I wrote emails in support of Mr Trump to him and to Susan Collins. I don’t expect to have an effect on her, but I’m glad I expressed my opinions. 

      I was looking at photos of Mom on my phone last night. None of them are very clear. She’s never smiling either. I wonder whether I look like her at any age in our lives. Not so much beyond puffy old lady faces. I know I smile. Her birth and death dates are within a week. Needful to think of her, keep her memory green .