I dragged my chair quietly into a sunny spot and braved it. With bright sun to warm these old bones, it was great. The parade was only one thus far. Maybe later they all seem to say. I looked at my favorite Cyprus tree across the Lake and it is still holding on to it's needles, while most of them are shedding. I thought-like most of my many friends here, we are are still " hanging on." What is the difference in people? Pride? attitude? love of life? Or just plain lucky. I am sure there is more to it than that. I am getting "happies" at my door. What fun and how very blessed I am.
BETTY (hanging on" BOOP
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