Three Years Ago
No new photo's just that this one kind of speaks to how I feel the day after having had three alarming senior moments,
the worst of which was leaving my backpack with my notebook of current writing, my favorite rain poncho, my eyeglasses and my old, cheap, but reliable pay-as-you-go cell phone with it's contact numbers not listed anywhere else, at the bar where we monthly recite metric poetry.
The second worst was suddenly blanking out the name and location of it as I emerged from the bus to attend, and the first
was inconsequential compared with those two.
So, the joint, where I'm hoping the backpack can be retrieved, doesn't open till 4PM!
I'm blind for any close work, cell-less, and feeling a bit temporarily abandoned by myself.
Why am I blogging this?
All's well--backpack retrieved-Day's done.