Something is stirring again

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

Something is happening to me. I am becoming confident. Clark always told me I have substance, and I tried to believe him, but it all melted away when he died. Now it’s coming back, and I’m sure he’d approve.

Like this morning: yesterday I ran into the question on the Sacramento Utility site asking the square footage of my home. I felt stupid not knowing. I thought about 1,200 square feet, but I wanted to be sure. Today I called the Homeowners Association, and they acted all, “Now, now, lady, you know we’d have to come in and measure your walls, don’t you? We can’t know every unit’s area.” I didn’t get wimpy and weepy. I kindly (I hope) noted that in the entire building there are three floor plans, three square footages, and furthermore, shouldn’t they know this as our representatives? They admitted they should. Then, with a quick Google search I found the answer. (Mine is 1,261 square feet — and the others are 845 and 1,683.) When I told her she apologized. I  know this was just routine household business, but I felt my spirit stirring again, and I can hear Clark saying, "It's about time!"

Luckily, the end of the day was softer: Judy, Keith and I celebrated all our birthdays at Thai Basil  a midtown restaurant that is relaxed and busy — and delicious. I love getting together with them.

Love,

k