Wednesday, January 30, 2013

I would have finished Bushy the Lion last night if I had settled down earlier. All afternoon I was so antsy, so unfocused, so full of other things to do, that it was late in the afternoon before I could keep the beading tray on my lap. Usually I crash into the recliner, so glad to get my feet in the air, relieved to have my back perfectly supported that I grab the bead tray and relax. Not so yesterday! Perhaps it was the arrival of my old yearbook from 1955 that set so many images and memories whirling in my head. Now today I have looked at photos from the most recent class reunion and again my head is filled with other images. Now and then. The ghost of girls in adult faces! What a journey! I wonder if I will be able to see the beads at all this afternoon.