The story about old age by Elizabeth Berg is called "Over the Hill and Into the Woods". It is complex, beautiful, sad and hopeful. It has that ring of truth, hard truth, that is rarely found. I'm reading the Billy Collins book, and the poems are honest and true as well. But I also was outside a lot yesterday, on a perfect day. My younger daughter, foster granddaughter and I ate outside at a nice restaurant in a beautiful hotel, and we had a view of the bay and bridges. Then we walked around a small lake and fed the ducks. We took the new six year old home, and went shoe shopping. My daughter bought these terrific blue sandals, and I was proud of myself for deciding I had enough shoes, in the end, after being tempted by two pairs of black sandals. My restraint these days is Herculean.
Today I hope to see one friend and talk to another on the phone, before picking up my childhood friend at the airport. But first, grocery shopping.
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