************a blogger reminded me of this post, so thought I would re-post it as well. Grandma-ing tires you out!
Excuse me, dishes, but I’m talking to the world.
I would take you for a spin, vacuum, but I’m booked to take a lovely trek over Scottish hills and to carefully trimmed gardens.
I have architecture to examine in Colorado and Cologne, Singapore and Seoul.
I would dust if it were not for the call to email off-page with my new blogger pen pal.
Rugs, beating you could consume my time if it were not for the beating heart of the world at my fingertips, waiting to be heard, waiting to be seen.
Excuse me, cookbook, but I’m talking to the world.
I would search out a culinary delight, but I’m busy examining the mouth-watering recipes from Virginia and the organic confections from who knows where, maybe somewhere in Minnesota, I think.
I’m going native with scenes from East Asia and East Europe and East LA. I’m being touched—even inspired—by…
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