by cheri block
Last night, I sat in my mother’s apartment, visiting with her.
On her small kitchen counter, her medication binder glared at me.
Her television blinked with closed captions about Libya.
Downstairs, on my way out, I smiled at the night desk clerk. She nodded.
My car greeted me with enthusiasm. So did my travel coffee cup.
On my way home, I wondered if I was sick of bad news because I am in the last quarter of my life or because well, the news was just bad.
Although my life tendency is to stay engaged in everything and everyone in my life, part of me would like to retreat to a place where “trouble melts like lemon drops.”
To that endeavor, I have just started a second blog.
Only happy thoughts will be on that blog. If only happy thoughts nauseate you, do not subscribe.
You’ll feel as if you just left the movie Gnomio and Juliet, which I highly recommend. My grandson and I loved every second. That movie and Man of Roma have inspired me to start a new blog.
So, off we go.