Lyn Holley
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(My sister, Minnett died a year ago, unexpectedly. ) Appreciate comments...
My sister, Minnett, has been chosen, due to her good reputation, to live with nursing home patients. That is, she has a huge and traditionally lovely home, and on the edges are nursing home patients. There is a celebration. My mother is also there. I would say it is a sort of founder’s day, or veteran’s day celebration. I am concerned because there is a ball that night, and I have only one outfit. It is dusky pink and is getting dirty. We are sipping tea with everyone, including the elderly folks gathered. I laugh that I am the only one who can fire the rocket off, little old me. How funny.
We are up high and I see a little boy throw himself out the window. I am horrified. Then I see that there are large cardboard boxes around the perimeter of the yard and he falls on one and is fine. It is a planned thing. Perhaps I realize that my dress is ok after all. At some point I think I blast off the rocket.
My sister, Minnett, has been chosen, due to her good reputation, to live with nursing home patients. That is, she has a huge and traditionally lovely home, and on the edges are nursing home patients. There is a celebration. My mother is also there. I would say it is a sort of founder’s day, or veteran’s day celebration. I am concerned because there is a ball that night, and I have only one outfit. It is dusky pink and is getting dirty. We are sipping tea with everyone, including the elderly folks gathered. I laugh that I am the only one who can fire the rocket off, little old me. How funny.
We are up high and I see a little boy throw himself out the window. I am horrified. Then I see that there are large cardboard boxes around the perimeter of the yard and he falls on one and is fine. It is a planned thing. Perhaps I realize that my dress is ok after all. At some point I think I blast off the rocket.
