You guys must be good luck. I’m back in physical therapy!
Your advice and well wishes gave me such hope and pride. Pride that I have such loyal and kind friends in my life. Because I look at you all as friends. You lift me up when I am down. And you help me celebrate when I am glad. That’s what friends are.
I have a funny story. Yesterday I stood staring at a tablescape I’d created. I was trying to jog my memory. I stared at the centerpiece. And I couldn’t for the life of me think of the words for what was in the dough bowl.
After a bit, and out of sheer frustration, I called Judy. She answers the phone: “Hello.”
“Judy,” I said. “I just have one question. What are those things called that you roll dough out with?”
She paused for a minute, probably wondering what one earth was going on. “Rolling pins?” she said tentatively.
“Rolling pins!” I said, so happy I had the words. “Thanks, Judy!” And I hung up.
I don’t know where she was, but it was her cell phone. Later, I thought, I wonder if she’s seated eating lunch with someone? What a strange conversation that would be to overhear!
I’ll keep you updated as to my progress. I have high hopes for this. How can I feel otherwise when I have women like you around me?
There are still a few flowers blooming. Probably their last or nearly last hurrah. The smiling sun is almost totally obscured. You can’t see his eyes any more. Some perky morning glories keep him company.
We all get by with a little help from our friends.
(NOTE: Over at Cozy Inspiration today, I am talking about branding our blogs.)