Wednesday, December 28, 2022

The kitchen table, counters and refrigerator are over flowing with food.  Two teenage guys are visiting. Charming, kind and hungry.  The parents are on the job and food keeps arriving. We will not starve in this house. But we do create a lot of trash and garbage.

I still struggle with recovering from the surgery.  I sit around, I walk, I read. I am moody and distracted. The young folks wash the dishes.  In the living room we talk and listen to each other.  Sometimes we complain.

Still reading A DANGEROUS BUSINESS, a novel by our own local Jane Smiley.

I hear plans being made by family members for muddy golf, walks at the beach and lunches.  Soon the house will be quiet again and I will miss them.