Aagh! I'm beginning to think Little Egg is the murder capitol of the world! A few days ago, about a mile from me in Mystic Shores, a woman ran her husband over with a car and was arrested for homicide. Could it have been an accident? According to the paper--of course, they use the word "allegedly"--it looks pretty clear she dunnit. Golly gee oh, gosh... Got a teasing phone call from friend Mary about the current murder and the neighborhood is abuzz. Otherwise, didn't do a whole lot. Cleaned up some stuff for The Breeze and cleaned up up some stuff around the house, too.
Met Vivian L. for dinner at TGIFridays. Foolishly ordered a hamburger, although it actually says on the menu that they're cooked medium rare. In other words, like shoe leather. The fries that came with it were mediocre, too. Applebee's is a lot better, if you're going to patronize a chain.
However, had a good visit with Vivian. She just completed her master's degree, and is now enrolled at Kean U. (two hours away in Union County) to get some kind of certification--can't remember what the initials are, an L-something. Anyway, she'll be a licensed counselor, which means she'll be able to open her own practice, an enterprise so fraught with expense and uncertainty, it's hard to believe anybody would pursue it. There are NO jobs, certainly not in a field that's been overcrowded from day one, even in boom times, and she's in her middle fifties, with secretarial work experience only. It's going to be tough, but I hope she makes it, or attains some positive result from all this frantic educatin'.
After I got in, was pleased to find Ellen home when I called her on the web cam. We had a good chat, although poor little Tillie is sick again and not eating. She was so cute snuggled in Ellen's arms purring; hope she's better soon.