Glue on my hands, glue on the kitchen counter and floor. All my efforts failed to stabilize the “splice.” Hours later, it broke apart the minute I started to “set up” the easel. I resorted to heavy-duty packaging tape. The “gift” of an easel–from John, the hearing specialist–is a disappointment. Broken when I received it and I couldn’t repair it. John returns on Thursday… See my earlier blog message regarding my volunteer “job.” Below, see a picture from an earlier occasion when I paraded around the dining room as a walking billboard. ~~ Another day, I was not “climbing the family tree.”
Eighty-eight and counting 
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