Home to Corrales

I did the wild and risky thing of flying “home” to Corrales (Oct. 4-10) for Doris’s birthday.   With my magic wand I waved away altitude and pollution.   I never stepped out of Casa Corrales except to admire Doris’s spiffing up the exterior.  I told hardly a soul of my quick visit.    

Best of all, my entire memoir class from Meadowlark Senior Center in Rio Rancho came to my home on Thursday when they usually meet at the Center.  I told Doris five or possibly eight might show up.  Fifteen memoir writers swarmed into our great room with stories and home-baked goodies to share.   Several read memoirs of the memoir class and me.   My stony heart melted (to quote Mabel, which I can’t help doing).  I got downright dewy-eyed.   We all knew that this really was the last time I’d meet with them, but we stay connected in our low-tech ways.