Hopping down the bunny trail

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Freaky how fast time zips on by. I look at the Memories part of Face book and just want to scream. Seven years ago I had my first exploration of this house. My first shaky climbing the stairs to what ended up having a bathroom and my bed. My first wondering: is this it?? Is this old house the very last house that I will buy and live in?? Of course I had my camera. Of course I took shots of the black china door knobs and five paneled solid doors. Feels like yesterday. Last night we went to the poetry reading. Hubby wanted me to feel good so he gave me the poetry reading. He knows what I need. He urged the Pastor to have a Reading in the churches fellowship hall. It was a fine gathering. A pillar of the community showed up- I think he was better than the mayor. Why? Because the man stands out on the sidewalk by the library every Saturday with a sign. His aim? Peace. He wants peace. It was good to see him, to get to know him. I, too, want peace. Nine people showed and read something- anything from Mary Oliver, famous poet, to their work, their thoughts. Two of the people that showed up were from Olympia, the capitol of our state. They drove in the night about twenty miles each way. We were honored and delighted to have them with us. Today I am trying to wake up. Nothing new there! There's that shrub that needs to be planted. Arthritis in my hands is talking this morning. Sunshine outside. We will at least start on the hole digging project- before sunset, we will start.