THE DANCE

I have now seen my family doctor, my dermatologist’s P.A. and an orthopedic P.A. Last night I did not sleep a wink. This morning I feel fine. The older you get, the less sleep you need.

The downside is figuring out what to do at two a.m. I know you’re supposed to get up, but I end up tossing and turning instead.

As long as I have been writing on a Mac, there are still things about it that I “accidentally” access. Today it was that feature where many pages open up if you click on them. I found myself reading stuff I wrote many years ago. I haven’t changed my writing style a bit. It is what it is, as the old saying goes. It is a mix of tragedy and comedy, perhaps.

Today Rob and I were in the kitchen. I was at the table and he was standing there in his running shorts. I retold a few stories about his dad when he was young. Like the time in first grade that he wet his pants at recess. He casually put on his coat and sat back down at his desk. The teacher asked him why he had his coat on and his reply was that it was “raining out there.”

I think I should return to my website, which is where my writing is “parked.” Right now, I have the notice about closing it down. But I will post this essay on the blog again, since it is prepaid for a year.

I know that a handful of you will be glad. And in the other hand, I have a piece of chocolate.

Thank you for reading me all these years. I shall be in and out here and on Facebook.

Vicki Woodyard