“What a strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, the other forward.” Grandma Moses
I start the day hoping to create order in my tiny space. Then from the front yard I hear a mockingbird wailing away and I’m off searching for that little iron skillet, the one I remember granddaddy using to fry an egg for my breakfast.
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And so it goes...There's just no cure for distraction. Fred
Thank god! :>)
I'm so bad, I get distracted trying to find a resolution to my distraction.
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