Greetings Albert. I'm doing okay thank you. The last couple days were more difficult as my head was troublesome. Today is better though I should still like to remove my left eyeball and put it in a glass to soak. My head feels as if someone has shoved a softball into my eye socket without taking into account an insufficient amount of space. Afterall my head is already full of rocks.
Albert, mum and I really think the chances of your mother contracting coronavirus are slim to none. The flu is a far greater concern for those of us in the States.
Oh what joy ... to take your memories and paint them in words that we too might share in them.
My grandfather smoked half 'n half in his pipe. He would sit by the window in the darkened kitchen to smoke and listen to the baseball game on the radio. I can close my eyes and smell the smoke, see the cherry glow of his pipe and hear the excited murmur of the announcer.
Thank you.
G'day y'all. It's damp and chilly, 43/6° this morning. The sunshine is forecast later in the day but the temp is not expected to rise much. We are coming to the end of winter here. Come February Spring like temps usually arrive. Mum has hyacinths pushing. One, a deep purple has begun to flower.