Yesterday I was in the doc’s office for a check-up and his receptionist handed me a piece of mail… “Oh and Carolyn, we need to get your new address.” I sighed and took the piece of mail and yes you guessed it… The thing read “Return to Sender”. Still… I must admit a sign of progress because at least it didn’t say I’m deceased this time.
I usually go to see this doctor twice a month but because I have to cut back spending, he’s going to get the backlash from my students who stopped music lessons (I’m always the first to go whether I’m teaching privately or in a school… never the athletic department… Are you sensing hostility? Yes? Continuing.) And on and on it goes like little black dominos falling one after the other. We move in synchronization affecting each other with what we cannot afford. The Temple household recently dropped our cable access to the minimum. Who needs to watch television when there are games to play and sights to see and books to read (and articles to write). But as we have done this and shared our