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Spring


Where is spring?
The weather feels more like winter. The sun is hiding and a chill is in the air. I'm thinking of going back to bed. The moment I begin to walk up the steps to reach my bed, the phone will ring. Or someone will come knocking on the door. Maybe I'll curl up on the lounge and read a book with a blanket over me. I don't want to find the heater and unpack it from the box. I just put it away.

I had visitors yesterday. I hadn't seen them since 1991. Now my life has settles I will be able to go visit some family I have seen for years.

Taking care of parents, family and friends, took up so much of my time. Followed by a lot of health problems. I have more time to do what I want for a change, since I have improved. I don't have severe pain like I had. Time for me to adventure out and see some of the country.


The tree with the empty beer bottles were in the lounge room, where we had lunch on one of the bus trips. This was a day outing with friends. I have a couple of trips planned  over the next month.





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