AmeliaJake, who is me, or if you want to be grammatically correct – who is I, has one leg up on a coffee table, the other hanging from the sofa and is typing whatever comes into her mind.

She does not want to continually have to type the lengthy “AmeliaJake” and isn’t opting for “AJ” because really she doesn’t want to write in the third person at all. So, here you have “I”. And that’s a good fit for someone who is fairly self-centered.

Are you ready to begin? It doesn’t matter; I’m starting.

If I do not go to the nursing home today, I am going to not allow myself to read any book for a week. It is true that time is an issue, but I ought to be able to handle this. The lady I visit is quite hard of hearing and can’t see too well and doesn’t remember when I come and when I don’t. But she is aware when I am there. I try to go at four in the afternoon so I can be there with her before and during supper. They put her to bed right afterwards and I sit and read beside her while she dozes, just as if we were in her living room.

What has been the problem was first the weather this winter, making the trip slippery; and now with the long days, 4 pm. sneaks right up on me and I miss my window. I could, of course, go later in the evening and just sit and read while she dozed from 7 to 9 pm, but we’re not there yet when sensing a presence is the best to hope for. She still can appreciate the interaction of someone coming, and she still knows, at least for while I am there, that it is me.