Recollections of a Small Town
Greetings of the season and pardon me for this poor but sincere way
to manage the few hours left, offend the greeting card industry and wish
Healthy and Prosperous New Year!
I am amazed for so much time to slide by with the business of setting
up a new life in new surroundings, new streets and roads and stores to
navigate, different banks and all those interesting–but frustrating–experiences.
Withal, I am happy to report, I am glad to be here, thrilled with my
new cottage, apartment, condo or whatever it is. Definitely NOT an exact
description for much of anything conventional. It works and when the furniture
tells me where it wants to be, I’ll quit re-arranging it. Then there is
the small(?) matter of tons of surplus furnishings to be distributed, donated,
sold or otherwise reduced to escape storage cost. A nine room house, plus
basement & attic accumulates too much over fifty years to make vanish
without whiffle dust and a degree from Hogwarts.
Most annual letters are much too full of verbiage. This one may not
be terse, but at least it is not stuffed with boasts and family pictures.
(No time for taking pictures with a camera I have not found.) Bless me
for my sparing you.
In the spirit of Christmas, you will be honored with a contribution
to Hospice and Habitat for Humanity.
And blessings to you,
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