I finally forced myself to discard the letters Pat received sixty-plus years ago when he was in the air force. Sent along with them other material I simply have to jettison or I'll drown in them. And I promise myself, there will be a lot more to come.
I was pleased to get an invitation from Yvonne at Cypress Place to Happy Hour on Friday. I'll go and my friend, Marion, said she'd see me there.
I always kept a folding lawn chair in my trunk, so I'd have it when I wanted to sit at Graveling Point or the park, or whatever. Of course, I got rid of it before I moved, but when I was at the Ventura park, I realized I'd like to have one so I can sit under a tree instead of that not-always-shaded bench. Went on-line and was pleased to see Target sells a number of just plain, old-fashioned such things--I don't want a fancy or cloth or heavy one. I sure don't want the low kind, as I'd have to be buried in it. Decided to go to Target on my way to the park and get one. Did I? No. I went all over the store for twenty minutes, trying to find the right department. Finally asked and was told they have none, as they sell them only in the summer.
What? This is California, where it's still warm in late October, so why...? To cut it short, I wasn't able to find an inexpensive such item anywhere. Even tried thrift stores, but no.
A little sulky, I decided to skip the park and go to the Senior Center for the three-buck lunch. Did so, and it was pretty good: salad, stuffed peppers, succotash, an apple and cheese. Sat and talked with two women who weren't regulars, either, and was relieved that Kay, of last week, wasn't there. From there, went to the library and got two books on William Randolph Hearst.
Had a bad sleep night. Just couldn't drop off and finally got up, went on the computer and even watched television. Didn't get up until quarter of nine, not at all agreeable to me. Darn, this is tiresome (heh, heh) and I hope I can get back into my good-sleep routine.