Several of my former colleagues are now retired and we get together frequently for a breakfast club. They graciously allow me to join them even though I am not retired. This week we also went to a historical performance at the local library. Once a month they have a Retirees' Performance. Sometimes its a lecture or a band, and this week it was a woman who performs in the persona of Caroline Ingalls, mother of Laura Ingalls Wilder. She was very funny, and played the role the way I would imagine Ma. She told stories from the books from Caroline's point of view and made it all very vivid. While she talked she walked around the room and spun yarn! She'd stop and ask us questions, and she kept acting like she had just dropped in to our "temperance meeting" to get out of the rain. I was very surprised by how many people had never read the Little House books and didn't know the stories she was telling, but then I realized that all of these ladies would have been in college or older when the books were first published. Whoops! I was the only one there young enough to have read them as a child. I got my picture with her just for you folks! If you've been reading this blog for a while you can see that my Prednisone face swelling has gone down. The weird lines on my face are the oxygen tubes.