Thursday, April 18, 2019

My house has a funny smell, dampness from the basement, when I turn the heater on.  The steep stairs scare me. The smell is in my bedroom and the hall.  I am just ignoring it.  When Scott visits I will have him look.

My sister took a clay pot of blooming red geraniums for her front porch.  I can’t remember where I got the clippings. Sticking clippings in little damp pots is what I to do. The plants pile up and I am ready to give some away.

I did send in my taxes forms.  I filled out the papers in ink this time.  I will receive a refund from the feds and sent a small check to Sacramento.  I was surprised to hear my son also did his own taxes on paper.

I am sad to be finishing FUGITIVE PIECES.