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The Patchwork Quilt

  My day timer these days is filled with this and that. A Meals On Wheels delivery for the Red Cross. A Seniors For Seniors companion caregiving visit. A Communities In Bloom meeting. A Seniors Wish event. Duty at the real estate office and perhaps a showing or two.  A brokerage Zoom meeting. And so on and so forth. Just like a beautiful patchwork quilt. A little of this, a little of that. It is something I have taken a long time to learn to relish. Something that has not come easy in the last few years, as I entered my sixth decade on this planet, most of which had been spent working full tilt at a full time job or two. I had learned young, from age 13 or so, that working meant money, and money meant freedom to some degree, to buy what you want and do what  you wish. And so, from babysitting to delivering the Sunday Sun newspaper, to dusting furniture to bagging plastic urine sample cups, to going to college to become a legal secretary and then back to co
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