NOTE: Every couple of weeks I go through my trove of essays and poems. I found this one today. Not sure if I posted it on OS.
PROLOGUE: I wrote this five years ago. At the time I had just moved into continuing care with my husband. The facility ( called a village) was set up so that all of the residential units could be accessed via hallways which were connected to a central lobby. It looked and felt like a hotel. At the end of each corridor was a bulletin board announcing…Continue
Does anyone know anything about Skypixie...he used to e-mail me when my husband was ill. I am almost afraid to ask. I think he took me on as a project and tried to convert me to medical weed. Thing is, I think my husband was a bit put out that I might have more than a casual interest in him. Was re-doing my contact list today and came across his name. At one time when Open was Closing...I asked for a lot of e-mails just in case. Have them somewhere.
A DAY AT THE BEACH
It happens every night. Aqua waves, black in the moonlight, rush to clean the coral sand before sunrise. There is an order to this. All that belonged to yesterday is erased."
Flamenco Beach: Culebra PR
The first footsteps of the day, the first words drawn on the sand…today, will be mine. The surf is a sparse fringe of lacy froth. It offers enticements of opalescent shell and bits…Continue
There are some things that are too funny to explain. You have to be there or hear it for yourself. Sooo, a while ago I noticed that Siri (mine has a male voice with a English accent) was calling me Every Day. No, he wasn’t calling me every day but was addressing me as Every Day. Some of my messages that I sent were noted, at my end, sent from Every Day. I noticed that my name was changed on my account too. Right under Anne Armand was typed Every Day.
Yesterday I had an AOL…Continue