On the floor with my knee bleeding, my grand son said to me “are you okay Grammy, did you break anything.”
Happy Thanksgiving, I hope it was anyway. You see, I’m writing this on Wednesday before thanksgiving.
Out the kitchen window, in the set back of the house, is a rosebush. Remembering it is mid November, and the weather has been frosty for a few mornings, I was amazed to see the full flower of a pink tea rose.
My kitchen is a mess, beyond the dirty dishes, the wall paper is half done, and the contents of the kitchen drawers are on the dinning room table.
This morning at 6 a.m. I came to a very important realization, I need a new alarm clock. This one keep’s waking me up.