We inch our way toward packing.
Less is more when traveling by ship.
I’ve hung my good dress and one good set of pants on the computer room door. Imagine, they aren’t all black. The dress is a rich, blingy navy blue. I acquired a screaming green sweater from the thrift store yesterday to go over the little black silk shirt. I have a couple of other small and nicely colored sweaters to go over the shirt and pants too, but frankly, despite my laughter at myself, I have no idea what I am doing.
I wish Bee had the time to come down here and put me together. I’m so unsure of myself and clothing. She has an unerring eye and manages to look really great without blowing too much money. I have thrift stores.
Stir M looked great last night when we picked her up for dinner. She too has an unerring eye. Now well into her eighties, she looks great for having a very bad year physically. But she doesn’t remember.
“Have you ever been to my house?” She asks this several times.
She remains very active and on top of everything else in her parish and order, but there seems to be large and unexplainable gaps in her memory. Just like with Duck, we told her that if we see her more often, she will remember that we have been to her house four times. Less is not more with friendships. Visits will help in putting it together.