"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 8 ~ Gratitude
There is a lot I am
thankful for. But my uttermost appreciation
goes to the good people who have crossed my path in life. I'm
thinking right now of a few ladies from the farmer's markets. A
fruit seller, a veggie seller, and a baker. All of them gave me
their love when I lost my husband way too early in life. Today
one of them, as usual, let me take an onion and a head of garlic
for free. I went and bought her and her helper a box of some of
my favorite cookies from the bakery that makes them best. And this leads
my memory to some other amazing ladies I met on a bulletin
board. We had been cyber-buddies for a couple of years. When
they learned about my loss, they collected money and sent me a
check of over seven hundred dollars. Money had never been
important to me, never until that day. They had no other means
to express their love. Love in the form of money for me. Or in
the form of goods, like the farmer market's ladies. This
morning, my turn: love in the form of cookies.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...