Irene wanted me to write a blog, but I thought I'd try this for a year instead.
Years later, in 2011, I realize that the above no longer makes sense, since I have stopped photographing breakfast and instead occasionally put down random thoughts. These days I photograph our granddaughter's lovely face, paint for fun, knit and teach knitting at an after-school program for girls, and read. Life is good, if a bit slow, but then, so am I.
No, not skinny at all. I'll send you a photo of Linda's visit. It's a bit blurred, but you can tell some changes in some of us. I think I look the same, only my hair is greyer and shorter.
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The yogurt looks so good! Can you tell I´m hungry? I need a jelly sandwich.
I had a dream about you last night. I hugged you and you were so skinny that I could feel all your bones. Tell me it isn't so.
No, not skinny at all. I'll send you a photo of Linda's visit. It's a bit blurred, but you can tell some changes in some of us. I think I look the same, only my hair is greyer and shorter.
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