Thursday, November 30, 2017

Carole Barrel Sortie Two

HI Carole,

Two days ago we were gleefully hunting for and finding  doggie ornaments together in our favorite Ross store nearby, and today I awoke in tears, searching my cell phone for you, your name.

A contact with the first letters of CA came up, not uncommon, and in my dream and I called it explaining I was looking for my sister whom I had not seen.

A woman's voice came from behind what looked like a library check out counter, a large window or glass door behind it, and after thinking, recalling she said, "Oh, I  remember her, your sister with your mother."

And I gulped: But my my mother is dead.

Necause she, you, too ...

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Carole Barrel Sortie One

Hiya Miss Carole Barrel,

I'd forgotten that silly name for you .... either you intend to stretch my time,  or our manuscript will remain undone ... received a new Mac from Apple but the time machine backup HD failed.

Luckily, also made a CD copy of what was on the desktop before returning the other. Am writing this in way older workhorse 2009 computer ... won't know what is missing until I need it.

Had mounds of files saved in text edit, mostly research to build place: time/history; they are gone.

So hoping recent rewrites were saved.  Haven't quite looked because also needed to update Word to work with OS 13. 10. 1  ...  it looks different and am waiting for new HD to arrive before resuming.

Images blicked away too, into the ether.  Had a very few on my phone, technology after your time here.  Same with cloud storage, or not.

Relating to, yesterday went to our favorite Ross specifically wanting doggie ornaments for holiday mantle.  Had a few nebbishy things in basket, but no doggies.  Then, after three loops around the same section, there they were ... right on top where they had not been.

In plain sight.

Doggies was all it took.

Gaiety and mirth.

They, you and I came home. Thanks, schwestie.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Chocolate Truffles 2017

Hello my love,

A fresh box of Russel Stover's for you ... on the mantle under the picture of you at nineteen years old, at college, you'd said, snapped by a former beau, Bob Someone. I was giggly driving home from Publix with it, they only had a few, my yearly to you, the least I could do, our laughter and glee as we chomped and gulped.

November 17, 2017

The next day.

Truffles for you on the fireplace mantel. Assorted for me: raspberry cream.

Our lips are not smacking together in revere.

Who'd ever have perceived the loneliness of chocolates? The old thumbprints and their wane?


Remind Josh: