My ten page paper is still at only 8 pages. Not made any kinder by someone in the church kitchen telling me that when he is assigned 10, he usually manages to spill it over to 12 or 15. Even with all the writing I do here and to my non-‘Net buddies, I couldn’t do 10 pages about any one subject at all. I just don’t have such a strong opinion, and I am not an evangelist.
The weekend did have one bright spot. I went to the Craft Fair at the high school and got a couple nice Christmas ornaments and a sweatshirt with bird houses appliqued on the front.
Sunday afternoon, though, a Memorial Service. I rather liked the nice lady, thought of her as one of the pillars of the church. She would have her birthday today, but didn’t quite make it that last week to hit age 92.
I can’t tell if my body is having symptoms of menopause or anxiety attacks, but the Composition Paper needs to get done before I collapse altogether.
Husband says Grown-ups cope with class assignments and life circumstances all heaped into one week.
We shall see.
~~love and Huggs, Diane