I am still working at my thank-you letters, plus the plant and flower care plus using up the food. I'm good at leftovers, e.g. I had all this leftover bread my son John and his wife Lesley brought to accompany the gravad lax and the steak tartare, so when I finished the go-withs (the gravlax ended in a breakfast omelet and the last of the steak tartare became a grilled burger for Matt’s lunch), I made a chocolate chip bread pudding. Yum.

So still no 90-year blog. But I re-read the introduction and the epilogue in my book Endings (titled This Old Woman and This Woman, Older, to see if I could pick up from there. Nope. I kept reading (actually, it’s quite a good book, better than I thought). And I found a lead to what I think I might say about turning 90.

We’ll see.