Thinking of My Times in Scarborough Centre
Bright beautiful morning. Nice day. Weather is great. It is 9.30, I am done with my breakfast, sitting in my room. My computer is switched on. I am browsing messages on my Facebook from family and friends. Not many friends left, just couple of. All gone. My friend, who used to live in London downtown, now living with her daughter in Netherland. It was tough for her to manage things by herself. She is not a computer person. Same is my other friend, who lives in Markham, twenty minutes from my place, Pickering. We use to call each other to keep our connections alive. I get messages only from one of my friend, who lives with her daughter, in Perth, Australia. She used to write me every day. Nothing special. Just to chit chat, writing her day to day activities. It is lucky to have someone of your age, to talk to. They can relate, what we talk. She is not well for couple of days, had Covid. Yesterday I went to see one of my friend. She now lives back home, moved to be with...