When I can't reach things, I am reminded that I am short. I am getting shorter -- shrinking! I used to be 4' 10". Now I am 4" 9". This is weird, but normal, but also not helpful.When I was a kid, I always dreamed about having a house that was proportionately built for me - small, with little counters and cabinets and stairs and all the things in it were proportionately small too - the dishes, the flower vases, the rugs . . . everything. I suspect it was from going to places like Storyland where the Gingerbread House or the Three Bears House was small and I fit so nicely. I still dream about having that little house. Well, anyway. I am shrinking.
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