"Then Suddenly, Nothing Would Ever be the Same..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

I have got a new project, by the way. I want to take snapshots of as many of my Stoneybridge people as I possibly can.

Because I realise that I would have loved to have a picture of Emma, or Betty, or Harry, or Anne-the-buttered-hotdog-lady. I miss them. And so many of my people, especially Anna, who's condition is so precarious, and I might really lose any of them any day.

So I shall ask Linda's permission to photograph as many as will consent, and I will keep a book of all my beautiful ladies and all my clever gentlemen. I will have Charlie and his presidential quizzes, and Jennie and her freckles, and sweet, sweet Ken whom I love, and Marcie with her acquiescence to cruel fate. I will keep Janet and her rare smiles, and May with her brooches, and Harvey who plays the harmonica, and Bobby who lies to me to play with me. I will have as many as I can.

I have my heart set on it.

I am also going to make them all construction-paper/doily glitter-and-glue valentines, because I think they might like it. And I haven't gotten to make valentines like that since I left school.

And I have absolutely got to find a perfect birthday gift for Anna. She is my most wonderful lady of all, and I love her so much, and I need to find something perfect for her. Maybe flowers, I think. Or a religious word-search sort of thing. Because it must be something she'll like, or use, and she would that sort of thing.

I'll try to write down some possibilities to-morrow.

Oh, how I love my people. All of them.

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Nursing and Rehab, 'tually; we've got lovely old people but a decent-sized smattering of folks from thirty to fifty.