'Round The Mulberry Bush

Stripped the bed, remade, and did the white wash in the morning.* Wash finished and had everything put away by 10:30.
I was determined to find blueberries, so walked down Victoria to Telephone and took the 11 to the Target at that shopping center. Yes, they had them and the 18 ounce package was on sale. There weren't many left, so I bought three. Walked a distance to get the bus back and had to wait about a half hour. Got it, rode to the transit center and took the 21 home.
By that time, it was almost 2:00. I had lunch, took the trash out, then jumped in the shower. I wore my new Christmas shirt/dress with red tights and looked pretty Christmasy, I think. I had told GoAccess I had to be at Stonefire Grille (a 15-minute drive at worst) at 6:30, but was picked up at 5:00, so moseyed around in Barnes & Noble until it was time to go in.
We had a good group, although smaller than usual--about 12. The regulars were there, including Jim and Greg, who's still waiting for a kidney transplant. Jim told me he had just moved into Clearwater,  a new independent living place in Oxnard. He pays five thou a month, but was able to negotiate skipping the hefty entrance fee, presumably because it's only half occupied, mostly, of course, by women. He says he gets "hit on" a lot. In fact, the manager asked him to be her escort at a charity ball in Santa Barbara and he accepted. That seems a little unethical to me.
We had an ornament exchange and I said I'd sit out because I hadn't brought one, but Vera insisted there were extras and I got a lovely kind of leafy ball. Both Donna (who's the wife of Jim's deceased daughter's former husband) and Barbara Q., who's the CEO of the fairgrounds, offered to take me home, but it would be out of Donna's way, so Barb did. Before that, after the others had gone, we sat and talked for a half hour or so. Barb and I then went across the mall to Pier One and she insisted on buying me another pretty ornament. When we got to my place, we sat in the car and talked and talked. I was amused to hear her call herself "an Italian from Pittsburgh," which she considers her hometown although she's lived in Santa Barbara, then Ventura, since she was seven. 
Didn't get in until 9:30 and went almost immediately to bed. Off to SB today.
*I was sure there's a child's nursery rhyme or song we used to say or sing about washing clothes on Monday and later, I found it:

Here we go round the Mulberry Bush
The mulberry bush
The mulberry bush
Here we go round the Mulberry Bush
So early in the morning

This is the way we wash our clothes
Wash our clothes
Wash our clothes
This is the way we wash our clothes
So early Monday morning

This is the way we iron our clothes
Iron our clothes
Iron our clothes
This is the way we iron our clothes
So early Tuesday morning...
...and so on.