Lucky me !


Puttering [ something old folks did back when I was a kid ] about in the back yard on a chilly spring day with  the fire pit blazing and music playing while preparing my tomato plot for planting, I realize how lucky I am to be able to spend my time this way!

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Who would you be?


I have always thought that I was pretty good about just being me. Often, when folks approach and remark on how much I have changed since they had seen me last , I feel a bit of shock.  Then again, I kind of figure that they must have missed Act II, Scene 2 . (or they never came back after intermission ) I do hate being typecast anyway.