Monday, September 21, 2009

On belay

I dribbled dressing on my clean white shirt. Comment has asked me to write more columns. John has made deviled eggs. Even piped in the filling! Denis brought me a pillow. The dog laid her head on my lap and licked my face. We have a new granddaughter. Kelly sent a beautiful poem by Lucy Shaw. Everything is making me cry. And am sorry I haven’t posted more. I think I need this vacation.


Sandra Oster said...

My prescription: Keep your feet at or above the level of your heart for longer than you usually do each day. A poem or a Psalm at least once per day. Long periods of time remembering what you are grateful for.
Remember and forget, as needed.
From a nurse practitioner who really loves you alot.

Margie Haack said...

Sandy, thanks for such wise words. This may help me decide whether to stay late in Central Park for a concert. Or not.