Everyone is getting married.

Everyone is getting married whose lived together for 10 years to be precise.

Everybody is getting dogs.

Small babies who were in arms are now sprinting around.

I am becoming smaller than many of the children in my son’s class.

My son asked me to play some duets with him on the violin. Fiddle tunes.

My son never asks me to play violin with him.

My left wrist completely seized up after some hard-on-the-ears effort.

I agreed sour gummies were an inadequate compensation for his eardrums.

He taught me the first few phrases of The Boys of Wexford.

It is v difficult for this old dame.

The book I am reviewing landed. Finally.

Vit B may help memory loss. If I remember your name, then it works.

We have run out of cheese.

That’s how my world looked today.