Since we last spoke

Corky ate her last ice cream cone and breathed her last breath.

Rick turned twenty four.

I learned Japanese.

I was bored to tears.

I sang with Ken.

I helped retiree Fran put on her watch at the bus stop. She told me she would pray for me.

As a fly on the wall, I observed an ESL class of mostly Russian women learning about family.

A word to the wise: Eye contact while singing is like kissing with your eyes open.

Must nap now. I’ll write more later.