Oh, to be here.
A different skirt to change into and half an hour to watch the new talk show before they come around and get everyone. Assisted living, and that hard if you are used to ordering dinner from cook whenever you like as long as someone else is hungry. But the egg salad delightful, and never having to spend the morning tasting anyone’s pickles down at the town hall pickle judging contest until the sourness makes your stomach ache and your willpower melt until an entire quart of strawberry ice cream somehow vanishes with the help of a spoon.
Read the rest over my Substack at this link. The piece is around 350 words so not a long read.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-july-1996-five-oclock
