I’m enjoying California’s “stay at home” edict. For the first time in my life, I don’t have to think about what to wear when I go out or, for that matter, what I look like, period. Actually, with my blue mask, I tend to look like a bank robber.
I’m not in pajamas but in what they call a house dress. I feel comfortable, sitting on our front porch in it, waving at people walking by. They don’t notice that I don’t have mascara on. They just wave back. I admit I still put on lipstick and comb my hair. Speaking of hair, it’s growing taller and taller. I rather like it. Some people my age have thinning hair. Not me. Lots of white hair.
What is the point of this rambling? I’m trying to focus on what I’m grateful for, rather than . . . . well, you know.
I’m also finding things to laugh about. For example, I was so proud of myself for ordering toilet paper weeks ago, feeling assured that there would be no lack of toilet paper in our house. It came yesterday. A small package arrived in the mail. Inside were six reams of toilet paper, four inches by three inches. So cute. And so small. My daughter and I couldn’t stop laughing.
Hope that you all are focusing on your blessings, too. And if you need a little bit of toilet paper, and I do mean a little bit, give me a call. lol