Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Tweety came to my house today!

She is as spry as ever. I was glad to see her, even if she hadn't come bearing gifts. She tapped at my bedroom window first. I was still asleep because the coffee was late today. I jumped out of bed, thinking the sparrows had forgiven me for forgetting them this Christmas season. (I had every intention of making them a lovely bird food jello, but I never got around to it) I pulled the curtains with my apologetic frown on my face and there was Tweety. What a pleasant surprise!

I put on my robe and ran downstairs to open the door for her. In she flew with a gleam in her eye and a pep in her voice that I didn't see in her when she was being chased day and night by Sylvester. How are you? I yelled and we hugged and kissed and renewed old glances. "It has been years" she twitted at me, "but I knew that you would like these items, I brought them to you."

We opened the box together and she was exactly right that I loved every item in the box. Some fit me and some would fit the other ladies in the house. But we had a lovely time gossiping and laughing.
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