read someone else

Last night it snowed. Steve and I watched out the window together as the snow swirled under the streetlights. We ordered Jimmy John’s because I don’t drive in snow (instead, I force other people to). I finished a book in bed while Steve watched comedies downstairs. I wrote a poem inspired by the children playing outside. It was the perfect winter day.

This morning my aunt and cousin are coming to visit. I must exercise and tidy up and I don’t have nearly as much time as I would like to write a blog. So instead of reading my prattle, read this. It is my friend Melinda’s blog. She is my age, but much wiser than her years. I am very lucky to know her and to call her my friend.