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Looking out my Backdoor: Distracted

When our Rancho gardener comes in the morning, Leo often asks me, “Sondrita, how is your wonderful retired life?”

“Yes,” I say. We laugh. We both understand my meaning. “Yes, wonderful.”

Wonderful, beyond any plan I might have dreamed.

But, each day is filled with distractions. Take today, for instance. I get up, make my bed, drink two mugs of coffee, strong and hot, the way I like it. Order. Precision. On my mind is a vague desire to bake cookies. Oatmeal. Chocolate oatmeal. Vague desire firmed up. I set my empty mug in the sink, thinking to find my recipe. Out the window �...

 

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