When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
I went to Walgreen’s on Friday and it was closed for lunch hour. I went on Saturday, and it was closed., full stop, even though the website said it was open. I went today, Monday, and there was a sign, pharmacy is closed today. No reason, no explanation, no hint as to when it might re-open. I have also received two threatening texts from the pharmacists that they will put MY DRUGS away if I don’t pick them up. And since when don’t people take lunch in shifts?
How was your day?
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Betsy Lerner 
Something is up with that store – sounds like an employment problem. Walgreen’s are open 7×24 – or they’re supposed to be!
My day was good. FTF – it’s messy, but I made it. It’s a monster @ 126K. Now, as we know, the real work begins.
I’m outside walking and meditating. So far, so good. And a small part of a larger writing project I ‘m excited about later.
“How was your day?”
Well … here I am. I saw my PCP Monday for my 1st post-stroke visit. She is a good doctor. I’ve had the opportunity to meet many healthcare workers over the past two weeks. They are all great, and greatly overworked, people. Or persons.
Tetman!!!!! Never so happy as to see you back here. Glad to hear care is good. Thank god some professions have professionals. Welcome back!!!
Thank you.
Overworked is right, Tetman. I’m sure they appreciate having a grateful patient. Take care!
Got the grass cut before it rained. Spent the next couple hours with the hubbs in the barn listening to the rain on the tin roof watching the hummingbirds play. Bliss.
Sad, extremely sad — I read the obituary in the paper this morning for a friend’s 23 year old son who had ODed. I was remarkably impressed by how well written and candid the obituary was, detailing the struggles the young man had the last few years. The obituary was written not just to honor Curtis’ life, but also to caution others about drug abuse. He was too young. May he rest in peace.
Very sorry to hear that about your friend’s son. I’m grateful, too, that people can be candid in the obituary.