I missed my Aunt's centennial birthday celebration entirely. A virus kept me home bound and in bed for several days. The best I could manage was sending flowers and a charitable donation in her honor. Never have I been so disappointed to miss an event. Hardly a social butterfly, it is a measure of my love for my Aunt and her daughter that I would plan, buy a dress, travel and stay in a hotel to see and spend time with them. I also missed cousins and my mother's brother and his wife.
Amid writing thank you cards for my own birthday, I am planning with another friend to host a small gathering for the birthday of a mutual friend this weekend, barring any storm-related problems from Dorian.
Meanwhile, Lukas and I enjoy being out of the heat as more rain approaches.
Cheers!
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Monday, August 26, 2019
Hits and Misses...
Ever have one of those moments when you think the very last of your marbles have gone and you've finally just lost it?
Such was the feeling that came over me as I felt the back of my chair for the bag which holds wallet, keys and other necessities, only to find air...
I had switched chairs to go out with friends for a belated birthday lunch and could not recall snapping the bag back in place upon my return. Two phone calls later, one of the friends said he had done this for me and asked that I check one last time since the bag was not anywhere else in my flat and was not in his car.
Fortunately, after I transferred to a dinette chair, I was able to turn my chair around and see the bag pushed all the way to one end beyond the area my fingers could reach. All was well.
The birthday lunch was seafood paella at one of the few chef-owned restaurants in my neighborhood. Dominated by chains and fast food establishments, the road I live off of could easily be called eatery row. I patronize very few and avoid fast food almost entirely.
With rain lurking, I arrived home and commenced laundry and other chores, grateful for the warmth of friends and good food. Thanks to another friend, my bed is freshly made. I prize the luxury of clean sheets, a warm bed, my cat and a book.
More tomorrow.
Cheers!
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Such was the feeling that came over me as I felt the back of my chair for the bag which holds wallet, keys and other necessities, only to find air...
I had switched chairs to go out with friends for a belated birthday lunch and could not recall snapping the bag back in place upon my return. Two phone calls later, one of the friends said he had done this for me and asked that I check one last time since the bag was not anywhere else in my flat and was not in his car.
Fortunately, after I transferred to a dinette chair, I was able to turn my chair around and see the bag pushed all the way to one end beyond the area my fingers could reach. All was well.
The birthday lunch was seafood paella at one of the few chef-owned restaurants in my neighborhood. Dominated by chains and fast food establishments, the road I live off of could easily be called eatery row. I patronize very few and avoid fast food almost entirely.
With rain lurking, I arrived home and commenced laundry and other chores, grateful for the warmth of friends and good food. Thanks to another friend, my bed is freshly made. I prize the luxury of clean sheets, a warm bed, my cat and a book.
More tomorrow.
Cheers!
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