I walked to Green Thumb to get new garden clippers (I had broken the ones I had), then back, so did three miles in the morning. As I approached a cross street, I saw this young woman sleeping next to the street:
The second encounter was more to my liking: Donna picked me up at 1:00 and we went to the Hill Street Café for lunch. I hadn't been there since pre-C., so about two years. We sat out on the veranda, which was so enjoyable. Donna had brought her father's Rider yearbooks and other artifacts and asked me to take them home and look them over.
I had met Donna at Soaring Spirits. She had lost her husband when he was only 54--some kind of stent botch, I think. Anyway, she met Mark at one of our gatherings (horribly, his young wife had suddenly died of a stoke when their baby daughter was two weeks old). Now Donna and Mark have been married for three years and the little girl is nine. They share custody with her grandmother and it's a cordial arrangement, I'm happy to say.
Donna dropped me home about 2:30 and I went in, changed my shoes, then left to bus to town. Visited my usual haunts, bought a few DVDs and--remarkably--two pairs of slacks. Home about 5:00, after which I settled in for the night. Since I had had a hamburger and beer for lunch, I just had a big salad for dinner.
Today, T.O.P.S., then lunch with Noreen at Lure.
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