Estelle Reiner (Rob Reiner's mother)
I love hearing stories like this. It defies the myth that there's some sort of deadline hovering out there to do the things one wants to do in life, and if you haven't done them by a certain age, forget it.
It's about to rain and so I have to go bring in the firewood before it gets soaked. I'm grateful this Fall for little things--enough dry firewood to last for most of the winter; finding a gorgeous purple witch hat spangled with glittery bats and spiderwebs (I've got a purple witch costume planned for tomorrow); getting ideas for stories and poems again.
Well, that's all for today. Thanks for stopping by!
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