Donna read a poem by Emily Dickinson over Zoom today

Altogether, Donna and I have spent over three hours on ZOOM. This afternoon she read a poem by Emily Dickinson. She speeded up the pace during the middle of it. She reminisced a little about things I might have neglected to blog about, one being when we found fourty dollars in the shopping plaza and she attributed it to the spirit of a then recently deceased neighbor, who would have wished her well on finding it. I still owe that much to a church member who replaced a similar amount when we lost it in the subway machine. I told her I would give him at least twenty of it next time we are there after covid- its been a couple years now, so we might have to get him something instead. Here is the poem.