As I scanned the headlines on the internet, I saw one that stopped me in my tracks. Actually, I stopped breathing, but I started again or else I would be dead now, to quote Lionel on BBC’s As Time Goes By. But – oh how can I be so calm sitting here? – going on to relay the information, here it is:

Can  Biden soothe Ukraine tensions? Go ahead, click on the link and wonder what is going to come out of that man’s mouth. Do you remember how Horton heard the Who folks? Well, I think fairly soon we will all hear a collective voice from the Ukraine calling out: WE CAN’T STAND THAT MAN.

Yesterday was warm and sunny and Easter; I didn’t see any Easter bonnets because I went up to the LaGrange House. I was wearing a SD ball cap, which I think I forgot up there and I saw people of the sidewalks with them also – one was a Cubs hat – there may be something symbolic about a Cubs hat on Easter, but I’m not sure.

Anyway, Shane took his lunch and a Wubba and I took a couple of foldovers and had some Diet Sam’s in my car already. I also had my Kindle and an extra set of clothes . . . because you never know, dontcha know.

I sat on the south facing porch where Grandma and I had played Old Maid and she had taught me to embroider and where Robert William had played when he was little and where Mother and Sydney would compete to get one of the wicker chairs. I am becoming more comfortable with being there with the past.

And then we came back – Shane and I – and I colored eggs with Summer and Shane found a spot on the sofa two rooms away from where the two egg-coloring decorators were discussing methods and what messages to write on eggs. Der Bingle called and we put him on speaker and set the phone in a glass so it would resonate and he got to hear us discussing and then, for some reason, he hung up.