Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 2, 2021 by Jan Wilberg
It’s a deal getting old. Not the biggest deal in the world, but still a deal.
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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Just the sentence “I picked up my granddaughter” made me miss the simple pleasure of doing just that.
You know, I used to pick up my granddaughter from school a couple of days a week and go to Culver’s (a fast food place) and just yak for a half hour. It seems like something from another universe right now. Oh well, right?
We just bought a patio heater hoping to resume outdoor talks, snow and all.
It’s a pretty big deal, especially these days!