I am thankful to be able to spend this day at home (dare I say it?) alone. No sympathy, please. It is my choice and I am also thankful my friends who invited me to dinner, thereby giving me a choice. Both my girls are busy elsewhere today and I choose to take advantage of some desperately needed downtime at home.
I am doing things that one does when at home with no demands - a little cleaning, a little cooking and eating, a lot of coffee (made in my French press, yum), and my favorite: randomly going through books and other "stuff". I recently brought out the old Childcraft books. They were published one year before me. I fondly remember my mother reading poems to me from the now battered Volume 1: Poems of Early Childhood. I want to share this page in honor of the day. Click on the image to view it full size.
Note: I had to play around with the scanned images in Paint Shop Pro to stitch them together. So I even learned something. I think, by George, I am nurturing my muse. Go figure.