Still Thoughtless

Now I set me down to write, my fingers are ready and willing. But I guess I'll need to pay for my thoughtlessness through the severe and complicated struggles of finding something for them to type. Quit now comes readily to the top but I need the practice and hardly anyone likes a quitter. I say, except maybe the recipients of this note.

Dory left early to take her mother to a knee doctor in Columbia then she has an appointment scheduled later for herself to have her shoulder looked at. She will be home but it will be late I fear.

Here I am, forced to prepare my own meals again. There are some pinto beans in the refrigerator that I'll heat and maybe add a few fried potatoes. I'll slice an onion and a ripe tomato to put into the mix. Hi-Yo Silver, I'm getting hungry. I may not wait till noon. If I time things just right, little lucky Dory will be able to share in some of the delightful results of eating beans and onions without any Beano.....or not. I'd rather not be relegated to sleeping in a different room.

I'm thinking I've gone far enough now not to be classified as a quitter. Bye

"Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them."~Charles Simic