Jan. 14

When we had our cottage in Michigan, we all spent a number of hours, each day, just sitting on the deck, looking out at the lake. We joked that we were really good at sitting. Now that I am back in Venice, I am continuing the practice of sitting .This time  I look at a golf course, but I am happy to say, that I haven't lost my skill. The truth is that even before Covid curtailed most of my social activities, Bob and I sat , a lot, and looked out at the golf course. Surprisingly, the time  does fly by. Maybe because I am in my own bubble,these two years haven't seemed so long. I've missed special people, special activities, but still the days, then months just scrunched into each other. It's my black hole. I remember how I felt when I became aware of the virus,and I know how I feel now that as I look forward to maybe having an active life again. What happened in between ?

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01.12 | 09:15

Safe travels. See you soon. sally

04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

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