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“All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways.” 

Today is another glorious day. It is already 72°. The weather of late has been perfect with its warm days and cooler nights, down to the high 50’s, wonderful for sleeping. I’m toying with putting in the front door screen. I’ll wait on the back door as I leave the inside door open so the dogs can come and go.

I love my sloth days. I have no guilt about doing nothing. I can stay home in my cozies for weeks on end. I can read away the whole day and take naps from all the exertion, which make my frenzied activities of late distressing. Yesterday I polished this room, the den, and cleared more expired goods from the kitchen. My fridge is so clean I need sunglasses when I open the door. I keep hoping there will be some vaccine to stop this madness.

My dance card is empty for the next week. I have no plans, but I have a few possible chores in mind, more madness. I’m toying with moving a few books from the kitchen bookcase so I can put some bowls and dishes on the shelf. I just don’t yet know where to put the books. That’s the conundrum.

When I was a kid, keeping busy was far different than it is now. I would color at the kitchen table, read in my bedroom, ride my bike, or explore the woods and fields near my house. The days back then never seemed long enough.

I watch a 50’s movie yesterday, Target Earth from 1954. At the beginning, the female lead was primping in the mirror and only wearing her full slip. She got dressed and put on one of those skirts so tight she could take only small steps. Her waist was so tiny you could encircle it with your hands. I think my leg is bigger than her waist. She was wearing pearls and carried a purse as she ran through a deserted city.

Yesterday we had a uke concert at an assisted living spot, quite a nice spot. We usually play there once a month. The audience enjoys wine and tasty tidbits while they watch. Every time we are there, one man dances. He sort of shuffles back and forth. One of the women who works there dances with him but yesterday one quite elderly lady got up and joined him. They were a joy to watch.



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