The other day, I found a beautiful decorative “tablet” someone had given me many years ago. What is a beautiful decorative tablet? I don’t know. I couldn’t think of any other way to describe it.
It’s approximately 7 by 10 inches and quite lovely.
When I received it, I didn’t know what to do with it. I scribbled this on the inside cover:
“John Boy Walton was exceedingly grateful when his father gave him a package of writing tablets for Christmas. Remember? In the ‘Homecoming.’ Perhaps I am ungrateful. I have considered that.”
Today is Easter Sunday, 2019. I will go to church with my parents and then we’ll have dinner at J.R. Maxwell’s in Bath. We’ll come back to my house and have some coffee and dessert.
I have my outfit planned out. I wonder if it would be obnoxious to wear a hat? I have a nice neutral number I could pull out, although I’ve been saving it for a Kentucky Derby party. It will look obnoxious at that gathering as well. After all, this is Maine, not Myopia.
It will be a last-minute decision, pending hair and weather.
Perhaps I am ungrateful for this abundance of riches I contemplate this overcast and drizzly Easter Sunday.
I have considered that.