It’s one of those nights.
You know, I keep meaning to write. There are so many little things I want to tell you. I think about it and I seem to find other things that need to be done. Or maybe it’s just a hard day with too much pain. Or maybe I’m lonely.
Which is weird, you know. Because I’m isolating, aren’t I? I am so far behind even online. I have stacks of posts to read (even having deleted all the non-friend posts in my feed). I miss you all.
And since I don’t know anyone here like, I don’t know the ladies at the grocery store or the nice guy at the post office who, if he sees me drive in, will get my mail and meet me at the door before I can even get the walker out of the car. I don’t know the folks at the pharmacy who will come out to my car and talk with me instead of making me walk in.
I didn’t have a lot of friends in Shell Knob. I still talk to my old neighbor most days. I’m just…. more alone here.
I hope to change that. It’s still a small town but surely it has something I can get involved in. Right now, I am still pretty much house bound. I will tell you stories soon.
Tonight I just wanted to say hi and that I’m thinking of you. And I hope it’s not too needy to say that I hope you sometimes think of me.