Sometimes time flies.
Then. Sometimes it doesn't. One day you might be standing, the next day, not. Why? I laugh. Hindsight won't change this moment.
A few days stitching spirals. Coffee but still inching along.
I marked the meeting place after Liz's comment on the last post. I was going to say yesterday but I missed yesterday.
Dad's blue bowl, now a bee refreshment station. I think he would like that. Yes, I still know him after such a long time gone.
