Ten-Finger Exercises

too late, too long fiddling

Bill's late coming home tonight, so I've had extra time fiddling with making an entry on my blogspot site. I haven't gotten the hang of editing there, or maybe I've had it and forgotten it. Wish I had a good friend who was familiar with it at my side. Anyway, it took too long for me to now try posting a picture here and writing about it.

I have a great picture I took yesterday from my car while I was stopped at a stoplight. The pickup ahead of me was stacked with wood, and it was so overloaded I can't imagine that it ever reached its intended destination without an accident. Maybe later I'll get it up here and you can see what kind of a prompt it might be.

Had some good nursing home visits today. One lady who seldom says more than a word or too stayed awake and listened with delight to a story I told her.

I shared party of 5's blog entry with a new social worker who is also a climber, and we had an interesting conversation about memory. He could completely understand a climber's excellent recall of every detail of a trail with no recollection at all of meeting party before.