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This old gal…
Doesn’t remember much…from 10th grade English…couldn’t tell you what was learned…or what was read…boring classics most possibly…but there was one story…never forgot the name…or plot… The Lottery…by Shirley Jackson…tells of a small town…that holds a yearly lottery…the “winner”…gets stoned by the townspeople…to ensure a good coming crop…the writing must have been powerful…as the story…haunts this old gal to this day… And so it is…this husband and I…after all this time…and all the diligence…have won the lottery…the Covid lottery…his name drawn first…this old gal…three days later… Those Covid stones pelting…headache…body aches…fever…cough…to take paxlovid…or not to take paxlovid… But this Lottery…has a different ending…those Covid stones taking shape…in a gift sent by a friend…a little wilty maybe…but still giving strength…and shedding positive light… Could have hit while packing Old Pink…or at the Limbo home…before DC…or the week of the move… There’s time now…to rest…and heal…and luckily…this old gal got groceries…the day before…the names were drawn… So many blessings…in those stones… And this husband of mine…agrees…
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