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August 4, 2015


My childhood friend, Caroline, and I used to make skirts for our paper dolls out of hollyhock flowers.  It was fun and frivolous to play like this. I couldn’t have done it at home.  Now there are days like today when I feel frivolous just doing things I need to do.

I needed underwear…that important stuff that structures you under the outerwear.  I wandered over to Ross on this Senior day.  Imagine finding two pair of under pants from Jones of New York.  Microfiber too.  My friend Janey used to prefer plain, white, cotton underpants.  She would even argue with me about it.  Now that she is dead, I can say I think that foolish.  Even if you are forced to wear boring and utilitarian things on the outside, why not be a bit frivolous and adventuresome on the inside. 

Bra’s need to be comfortable as well as adventuresome.  What a terrible struggle I had today in the Ross dressing room getting them on over my heatwave sweat.  You would have laughed at me.  The label on a bra may say it’s the right size, but with my shoulders I couldn’t wiggle most of them around me nor reach in back to latch them.  Playtex may say it crosses the heart but not my heart.  Delta Burke’s idea of size isn’t mine.  Ya gotta have stretch may be a song, but not in most bra makers heads.

I came home with my hollyhock bra, an Olga. 

  • Himself:  Really having a good time today.
  • Herself:  Underwear amusements.
  • Reading:  Jance still.
  • Gratitudes: 
  • 2 pair of underpants and one bra.

    August 3, 2015

    Thanks for Donating.

    I’m a volunteer who takes things personally.  That’s the bottom line.  I’m the Wednesday and, if I am lucky, the Friday, book lady at the American Cancer Society Discovery Shop here on the Point.  For the longest time, there have been few donations.  We are talking one shelf’s worth of priced books.  That’s all. 

    I pass the word, “Please donate books.”  I tell everyone, “Please donate books as all the pennies we make go to research.”  I become a nuisance.  But I keep at it with everyone I know.  “We are out of books, please donate.”

    Sometimes there’s delay after I say something and before a donation appears. 

    This week there were so many donations that I worked an extra shift just to get them priced.  When I came in Wednesday, there was another whole shelf of books.

    “Thank you all for donating.”  I’ll say that over and over too…but I am just a volunteer because I have had friends and family die of cancer.  Now what we need are more volunteers.  Please volunteer…if not for us, for a cause you believe in.

    August 3: I’m really slow about buying things for myself.  I did see a really ugly linen shirt on Friday that I laughed at.  By Sunday afternoon, I thought we could stop in and get it.  We did, and I found a skirt…an ugly print thing.  Made me laugh too.  But a peek in at my newly cleaned book area made me cringe.  All those newly emptied shelves were filled once again as was the floor and chairs near the shelves.  Filled full. I’ll go in today for a couple of hours and see if I can improve things a bit.

    I’ve put the word out now.  “You can stop donating books now.  Thank you.”

  • Himself:  Doing his own queue on Monday, playing games and house today.  Today lunch with Poolie.  Spring Round-up meeting tonight.
  • Herself:  Write, post, answer email, shower…Lunch with Poolie.  Tonight I go with George.
  • Reading:  Still Jance.  Beaumont now.
  • Gratitudes: 
  • The green of the trees against the grey of the night and morning fogs.

    July 31, 2015

    ET Phone Home

    G and M at Mission San Juan Capistrano.

    I am dingy, and sometimes I am more than a little dingy, forgetful, and fuzzy.  Last night after Chi Gong and dinner, we made a speedy run at JCPenneys for pants.  Last night I was forgetful.

    I brought my wallet and keys to the store, but seeing no need for them put them in the truck glove box.

    He took the truck to the gym this morning.  It isn't his place to remember things for me.

    I’m already to go to the pool and am having one of those certain moments.  I sure am certain that my keys and wallet are in the truck.  I think I will call the gym and leave a message for him so he doesn’t worry…. “ET, phone home,” I’ll say.

  • Himself:  Spent the day putting out fires at work.  Chinese for dinner and shopping afterwards.  This morning, after waiting for me at the gym, he did remember.
  • Herself:  Found one pair of capris….that enlarges my wardrobe to two.
  • Reading:  Jance….yes, I am working my way through them all.
  • Gratitudes:  Chi Gong class.  It was wonderfully freeing.