Something always changing. Lord how do I keep up. My follow up visit with Dr. is by telephone today. I am told if I had a smart phone I could see her and her me. But alas, this country bumpkin could not grasp the smart phone. So I live in the dark ages still. Oh well, I am very good at the regular phone and I will have to make do.
It is dark and dreary outside. More rain is due. Love the sun best. I don't know why, but mornings like this make me remember getting ready for school on rainy days. Little Dot, always the smallest in class-that was me. Little printed dress and always in pictures I was wearing a sweater. Buster Brown hair cut, provided by Mama. Sometime the bangs were cut too short. I used to cut my girls hair too. Don't think I did any better than my Mama did. We had a kitchen stool that was the right height and I took them out to the back yard to trim their hair. Remember girls? Thanks For The Memories.
Betty Boop
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I remember. Wonder what happened to that cool old school. We called it the telephone stool because it sat right under the only phone in the house. It was a wall phone in the kitchen.
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