I wouldn’t have survived Saturday without a mid-day nap.
Sunday started well with a little CBS Sunday Morning and a very happy visit from Zoe and Lessa. They came down to collect the massive pile of things I save for her….magazines, a set of towels, and check out the Lane chest we got for her…that sort of thing.
The chest is tired and worn. It’s also gaudy in with its unusual handles. It’s an odd size for a hope chest or blanket chest also. But there it was…and I watched it go from the front window through the middle of the store. No one made an offer that I knew of, and it seemed to grow more bedraggled every day.
On a day that I had a big discount, I brought G in to see it. We both agreed that it looked just like her. She loved it after seeing its picture on Facebook. She loved it even more after she saw it in person.
As the lights faded over the Superbowl and after dining on a new vegetarian chili recipe that was way too acidic for me, we headed off to our usual Sunday night meeting up on top of a mountain overlooking the sea. It was very nice to see everyone. He wanders about and I sit grabbing folks as they come by. One young aspiring actress looked down and pointed to my shoes. One was tan….to go with my browned out outfit, and the other was a turquoise moccasin. I howled with laughter there from my front row seat where everyone could see my feet.
Folks don’t call on me to share as I don’t make a lot of sense when I do. I make more sense via the written word. Now they have proof that I am fading fast and in public too. No matter how well I clean up, my feet will always give me away.
Perhaps I need a mid-day nap to survive Sundays too.