October 8, 2026
Happy Birthday, Margaret. Miss you.
The things one finds in old garages. This was an elephant mask Jason gave me for Christmas one year. T. saved it from the dumpster.
The morning was spent going to Springfield to the Urologist. All of the news was good. The most recent CTScan showed no blockages. They'll look again in 6 weeks. It was such a relief. I was so afraid I was going back into medical hell. But for the moment, I am ok.
Last big push to empty out the garage happened. They will pick up the container tomorrow. I threw out all of my professional and educational books; boxes of books that were covered in mildew and bugs. We found my mother's flute music and my recorder music that I'd searched for when EJ and I got recorders to try and play together. I found an old sketch book of Ember's from maybe 1988. And I found more Uncle Tom letters, which makes me so happy. I did not find my daughter's birth certificate. Can't image where I put it.
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I did not go on a photo ride today, but if I had I think the beaver pond would have looked like this. It was a beautiful sunny day. David and I sat on the porch at Bridgeside Grille and I was a little chilly, but it was so blue. Tomorrow should actually bring some good picture taking. Here's to a good night's sleep.



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