The storm has been hanging just off the coast. No dramatic deluge yet and we wait. Noon they now say. Our streets are damp, a harbinger of things to come, and all plans are subject to change. Dinner here in the warmth of home instead of out? Perhaps a baked potatoe with no butter. Small, warm, comforting details on a rainy day. At least I have lost enough weight to be able to get into my tan pants again.
Tomorrow will be busy. Poolie is giving a Greek Lunch for two blogger friends on her and her sisters’ birthday. G and I are invited. This is going to be fun. Greek food and dancing in the midst of a deluge. I love parties like these and we are looking forward to the fun. There’s a meeting at 6pm where we have commitments. Busy is good.
This upcoming week we have doctor’s appointments. I learned the hard way not to drive alone if my eyes were to be dilated. I should never have driven home last time, so this time in case he needs me, I’m going with G to his eye doctor’s appointment next on Monday. Tuesday, hopefully I get my old mouth back after class. Wednesday I work and go see my GP about my knee and no voice. Yes, still no knee and no voice. It’s marvelous that thanks to G and a Medicare Advantage Plan, I can afford to go to a doctor. Sometimes busy is to be tolerated.
Other happenings in Southern California. Everything else is on hold. While we wait to find out any news, there are more birthdays upcoming. Several from OD. Later, we are going to a convention….the one where I always get such good shots of the roses. We took a hotel room for two nights and have signed up for the Ice Cream Social knowing the at least one Comedian will be terrible and they will let us have only one scoop of ice cream. We will jam in all sorts of rose filled meetings, meals, and gatherings on Saturday culminating in a breakfast with Speaker Sunday morning. There’s that Sunday night meeting too.
We can do this. Pant, pant….
* Today I refused to let him drive his car, Myrtle, to the museum. He's mentioned to me that his tires were wearing out. I, not taking into account that he drives 200 miles a day, poo poo'ed that. This morning I checked. Not only is there nowhere to put a dime or nickle into the non-existent tread, the wear bars are all right there waving at us. Tomorrow after lunch, he will get new tires. He's driving Grumpy agreeing after he saw those wear bars.