I am reading my junk mail.
Gary is sleeping – a rarity these
days - so I found myself with nothing to do.
And it’s dawned on me that taking care of him has become such an
all-consuming task, that’s all I do. All
I am.
I used to have hobbies.
I love theatre and went to New York whenever possible. That is
sadly not an option (for many reasons).
I used to read but I need glasses. I bought some readers which helped a little
but it’s still frustrating so until I get glasses, the ½-read books are going
to stay that way.
Um…. and that’s it.
Oh, I have a bunch of stray cats
that I feed. One of them is still scared
of me so I spend some time every day trying unsuccessfully to get him to trust
me. But I’m not sure that bothering
stray animals with my love is a hobby so…
Junk mail it is. Postcards for some Medicare Advantage plans. A flyer about the great deal that awaits me
if I trade in my car. An offer from a
credit card that’s interest-free for a year.
I think I’ll read that one again.
Because as it turns out, I too,
have been interest-free for a year.
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