Jubilation
My brother, the Presbyterian minister, always calls to say I should visit Dad’s nursing home more often, or at least volunteer for the homeless Easter dinner crew. Now he’s asking me to go to a special meeting the Altar Guild is holding next week to elect a new director, now that Mable’s passed on.
Yeah, what the hell. The Internet’s down, my calico’s pacing the windowsills, and I’m out of Premarin. Guess I’ll drop in and share a good dose of the head cold I’ve been keeping from these Pollyannas.
steady rain . . .
sorting a laundry basket
of mismatched socks
contemporary haibun online 20.1, 2024
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