Sunday

My family gave me a great b'day gift yesterday (no, it is not my b'day yet - the 31st is not a convenient day). they held a picnic at my house. The weather was grand. I had mowed the grass so we played wiffle ball, polish horseshoes and a bon fire. The fire was welcome because as soon as the sun went down, it was very cool. We have 85 during the day but the nights are cooling off now.

I am a working woman. I was hired at Panera Bread a week ago. My shift is breakfast and in the bakery part of the store. I go in at 5:30a.m. and am done by 2 p.m. which puts me home by 2:30 p.m. It is full time and will include weekends. But I have the the afternoon and evenings which is great. I find I need to settle in to bed very early since I am up at 4:30 to walk Bash etc. This is a totally new experience for me. I have done many things but only worked food service in '66 for a year as a short order cook. Being a server and cashier is very challenging. My feet and legs don't bother me as long as I keep moving. It is my mind that is slow. I can't retain much. I think it will get easier when I am not as nervous.

Who knows what door this will open. Frankly, I want to get back to my healing work as soon as I can. Bearfoot is still sitting in the yard like a great behemoth or perhaps it is an albatross. It is really breaking me financially. I listed it with a broker the other day. I had to pay the advertising fee though.

I am going to cut this short since the sun is shining and I want to go sit on the porch with my friend.

Soon-