The Treasure Hunter

I have been looking for a new song to post here and having a lot of trouble finding one.  Only one song on my desk seems new to me, but my memory isn’t reliable.  Anyway, I still like this song, so I will post it again.  (It dosen’t hurt to sing a good song twice, dose it? ) If you aren’t pleased with this song, blame Nancy Belkove  who sent it to me before and send me a new one for tomorrow.

Incidentally, I would like to hear your opinions about all the people who are going back to work because Trump says that it is okay to do so. I realize that menny of them have no more money and are taking a chance. But  here in Philadelphia that is not happening. ( I don’t know the answer, but I’m still wairing a mask on my face when I leave my room to walk down the hall in this building.)

At this place food always come’s first.  There is also too much and my cat is getting fat! After the food I received several kind messages that I will save forever and some lovely gifts. It will take me all day today to go through all messages and gifts. I Will respond to those all those who wrote  or sent gifts, but that will take some time.

Right know I will just say thank you to everyone

Joanne the happy Laidy

Of course not all of you knew that today is my birthday.  I recieved messages from several frends and family members,  but no gifts. I am sure they will all come tomorrow. And I did not mind eating my birthday cake alone today. It’s always  better to have your birthday alone than to die before the day. I have received many kind messages from friends and family members and  written down the names of everyone who ignored me. You can send me my presents later.

Strangely enough I don’t feel all that old. My son Alan told me that I should walk inside this building every day and I have ben doing  hat wearing a mask over my face and using a cane for ballance. That is actually a pleasant event. At least I am getting out of my bedroom and away from the cat who likes to sit in my lap all the time.

Being  this old doesn’t feel any different from the previous time. I am still wearing  the same clothes, eating the same food, and I haven’t gained any weight,  The only thing I’ve lost is the ability to spell words correctly.  Even the words that other people write  look wrong to me.

In addition Ive looked out my window many times today. And I plan to have a party next year.I am grateful for being able to send this message and remembering your faces.  May we all survive smart and healthy  for many years to come.

I may have posted the song below before, but my memory is bad.  Because I like the song and like all of you, I will repeat it now.  (Every word I have written so far I spelled correctly. I must be getting smart again).

Oh I don’t have a barrel of money

Maybe we’re stupid and funny

But, we travel along

Singing a song

Side by side

Oh I don’t know what’s comming tomorrow

Maybe it’s trouble and sorrow

But I’ll travel along

Singing a song

Side by side

Nobody knows the weather

And we can’t be together

But we travel along

Singing a song’

Side by side

(I don’t like the way this machine groups words, but I can’t control it any other way.)

Love,

Joanne

I am pleased to report that things are getting better at this place. For the first time we have received written messages, and a woman who works here came bye to help me  contact with others on this computer. Until know all we were getting was food, and there was too much of it.  I never expected to refuse to eat meat and vegetables.  I have always enjoyed them in the past.  But now they look and smell bad.  All I wan’t and need are juice, icecreame  and sandwiches.

But more than good food I realize that I need  contact with people, my family, friends, and even strangers. The world has gone upside down and –as you are well aware–I can’t even spell words correctly. It’s hard for me to explain what lonesumness dose to people.  Everything that was once easy to recognize is unfamiliar.  It is an upsetting event, but it enables people like me to understand how complicated living is, and how lucky we are to be able to do what we can do when we are healthy. I thank God for all the skills I was given.  Even though I often fell as a child–and now as an old  woman–I am grateful for all the things I have ben able to do and the rewards I have received.  All I want now is for someone to tell me how to spell ice-cream correctly.  (This machine finally did it!)

God bless you all.

Joanne