I forgot my clothes.
I’m not fully sunk into dementia as I remembered to bring my meds and my
underwear, but my good out-to-dinner clothes were left behind on the bedroom
door.
Friday Bee drove through the hell of LA traffic, through the
smoke from the wildfires, with a husband in pain, a dog behaving psychotically,
and a passenger worried about clothes.
Yes, we ate a lovely minestrone in their delightful purple living
room, but their dog, a rescue dog from a
very traumatic puppyhood, couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t sit down, back and
forth, back and forth he rocked making me worry even more. Mikey turned as white as his hair. They
retreated to bed. Yes, I stayed up later
with my own meds and was to bed by ten.
Saturday Bee and I went shopping. JCPenney’s with a coupon. No coupon when we got there.
It was back on the kitchen counter.
I found grey pants, lime green shirt, and a black overshirt. All malls are the same tho. Bee didn’t remember when she had ever been to
Penney’s. She did get eye shadow and
powder at MAC. She did get underwear at
the Gap. Nordie’s Rack produced a really
nice loose knit shirt, a grey shirt, a black shirt, and a load of guilt for spending all that money. I never shop like that but I am grateful to
stores that carry larger sizes.
On the way back to Mikey and Bee’s, we stopped at the
wonderful jewelry store. “Collectible
Glitz” Miss La De Da calls it. Bee found
the prize…an Indian crafted arrow. I
found a green died stone necklace. Hours
later, all decked out, we found the dinner arts group had faded to one other
couple. The five of us regaled ourselves
with Italian. Again Mikey turned pure
white.
Sunday after a wonderful dash to a farmers market, we drove
the mostly empty freeways to Long Beach.
Bee has a piece in the fundraising auction there, and she wanted to see how it
worked. It didn’t. It’s an interesting piece but it vanishes
into its frame. Bee worried about
it. We ate lunch At Clare’s in the Anderson
house…a marvelous 1910 pile of brick and wood, looking out over the storm
tossed ocean and angry grey skies. Lunch
perked us both up. We found solutions
to the framing nightmare. I got peeks at
the Queen Mary resting over there across the bay, and we headed toward Van Nuys
and a train ride home.
Bee went out of her way, in the midst of her own chaos of
two sets of leaving guests, the dog, the husband, and more arriving guests, to
treat me like a queen.
Today Lessa called excitedly to say that she was on her way
to pick up her cap and gown. How much
better can it all get.
What a fun trip, Mage! The Penney's stores in Hawaii all closed down. Too bad. I usually shop at Macy's and the Muumuu Factory now.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a successful time, but I will bet you are glad to be home.
ReplyDeleteI find you every day. Sometimes you are here, sometimes not. I miss you when you are away.
ReplyDeleteToday, waiting to have blood tests done for physical next week. How annoying.
Yes, David the gardener is a funny sight and it all started when I hired the handsome young John to come over and help me garden. Dianne
Glad you had a good time in spite of having no dinner clothes and finding bargains at Penney's....sounds like you managed quite well after all.
ReplyDeleteLooks like you're having a wonderful time, Mage. I don't remember the last time I went to JC Pennys. I don't think we even have Pennys in Hawaii anymore.
ReplyDeleteThat's the way to turn a disaster into a triumph:)
ReplyDeleteNourishment for the soul. That's what trips like this are for. Never feel guilty.
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