I had the most wonderful afternoon yesterday with Izabel in Fresno. She took me to a field of yellow flowers with a "creek" running by (I think it's really a canal) and meandering walking paths. She's created a perfect life for herself and gives me hope that I'll adjust to a whole new community soon.
I also had a long conversation with my sister and it was good to hear her laugh. She's been very supportive of our decision to move. But now it's back to packing. I look around at lamps, office machines, kitchen appliances and am completely stumped as to what I'm supposed to do with them. John keeps saying "bubble wrap". I'm doing my last loads of laundry and balancing the bank statement, small simple tasks that don't overwhelm me.
Luckily Audrey has forgiven me. We played with the string a long time after breakfast and now she's napping in the sun on my recliner. Which windows at the new house will provide sun for her naps? How will Walter adjust to being leashed? Worries and fears thunk around in my brain like tennis shoes in a dryer. I have to banish them! I can do this when I look to my left, straight through the door of my office into the living room and out the two big glass doors of the patio to the high Sierras. Goodbye Sierras! But then the sun glints on the chrome of John's 68 Caddie and blinds me.
At the end of today "Dancing with the Stars" awaits. I've wished, for years, to see Rick Fox on that show. He better not disappoint! And Margaret Cho! I didn't like Louis van Amstel for along time because of the weird contortions he makes with his mouth. But my opinion of him changed when he was paired with Kelly Osborne. And then Niecy. Now Margaret - all seem to have the same basic body shape . . .
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