That’s what Karen calls them. All the things she gives. All the things she does. I’m overwhelmed with all the love. Don’t know how to handle it.
Karen arrived Tuesday with burgers from my favorite restaurant, Taylor’s. The best burgers in town from a restaurant my husband and I frequented when we ddated over 70 years ago. She also brought vegetables from her neighbor’s garden.
Since Karen arrived, she’s made macaroni and cheese, tomato soup, guacamole, and cucumber salad. She bagged much of the food for the freezer to use later. She wants to know what else I’d like her to make.
She thoroughly cleaned my kitchen, including the floor.
She sees problems and solves them, went out and bought a small doggie bed and a shower curtain liner to protect me and the bed from Jenny’s nocturnal incontinence.
She bought a pole and humming bird feeder and another hanging…
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