Look up pocket pal and you will find all sorts of things from calendars to knives, but none of them are up to the living, breathing one I have! I admit to personally having few pockets, I carry mine along with me anyway and am carried quite nicely by my pal in a pocket with benefits!
Being in that pocket has taken me all over the country, even to New York City!
My pocket pal joined me in watching the Oscars; has walked me up the steep hills of San Francisco during a drizzling rain and driven me across the states where Faulkner lived and wrote.
My mother used to say there are only two things you can count on: death and taxes. I can also count on sharing my day and saying good night – every single night.
Some people are joined at the hip. I have the freedom of being joined at the thumbs! Frankly, I prefer that.
It is a strange new world, but I have to say, having a pocket pal is highly under-rated. It’s better than Jiminy Cricket and Lassie all rolled up into one. We have no secrets. We don’t need them.
The hardest part is knowing who said what. Sometimes it is almost like talking to myself, but better. Infinitely better!
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