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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Saturday, February 02, 2013

And I would walk 500 miles...

(Actually, I drove 3270 carefully-documented medical miles last year.) And he would walk 500 more...

But he drove 3294 equally well-documented medical miles. I made more progress in the gathering-of-stuff to give to our accountant. I took the mileage log out of the truck, and I found the one I had taken from Lorelai shortly after the first of the year, and also her title, but still no sign of the title on the truck. I am not done looking yet. Also the original of our marriage license. Thirty-five cents in change. More stuff for the shred pile. Several square inches of clean desktop.

I attended Little Philmont this morning. It was mostly terrific. We have Blue and Gold Banquet on Tuesday night (although I am not entirely sure that food will be involved) and another regional training meeting with a member of the General Presidency of the Primary.

And I watched three episodes of Downton Abbey. And knitted two rows without losing any stitches, or my mind.

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