6-31-12
(From yesterday) I was to sign and date papers for a bank, and to use the date of 6-31-12. Mom had a (grey, or brown) guide dog that looked somewhat like a greyhound, but was almost paper-thin, not from malnourishment, but that’s how the structure of the dog was. Mom dies, and the dog goes to the back left corner of the garage, facing the back wall. I go over to it and bring it to be a part of the family. There is what looks like a junkyard of stuff for people to buy in the backyard that my … Continue reading 6-31-12
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