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 |  Day to day stuff....a memoir without order. |
| I have been so busy lately I wonder if I may have taken on too much. My calendar of things to do confuses me to look at it, pod meetings, book clubs, spaghetti dinners, writers' meetings, and now a writing class at the community college near my home. Our first assignment for this class is to write a 100-word story about the loss of a sense. This class started last Tuesday and I have thought and thought without coming up with anything...until this morning. I was almost ready to drop the class. If anyone has time, please let me know what you think. Different Why I lost my taste for meat in October of 2012 remains unknown to me. It happened soon after my husband died. He insisted on cooked flesh with every meal, and I partook the same with enjoyment. My recipe box burgeons with barbecued ribs, chicken-fried steak, and spaghetti with meatballs. Now, I feel nauseated as I thumb through the cards. Relatives frown at holiday dinners where I load my plate with vegetables. “Don’t you like the turkey?” “Is something wrong with the ham?” I mumble an explanation and feel guilty. Later, at home, Mopsy, my cat, smiles at me. until next time....c |
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