Monday

Spent an hour after breakfast getting in touch with those who hound me, including yet again, the Ventura Star. This time, I had gotten an email to the effect that my payment was overdue. Long, boring story I won't go into, but of course, it wasn't, I pay automatically, and so on. Also straightened out various minor problems with CVS Caremark, Bank of Amazing Idiocy, and the New York Times.  

After that, for the second day in a row, I walked to Wal-Mart, as I had forgotten face scrub and oatmeal. Bought this silly unicorn for darling Vivian, soon to be a big college girl at University of Hawaii:

Took my BP at W-M again and it was 119/74, which I was electronically told is normal. Happy day, I recovered from my high blood pressure overnight! And without even doing anything! 

I was so pleased to get a call from Mary Hoffman. I hadn't spoken to her for about a year and we had a good long talk. She wanted to know how Betty is and, of course, I told her the sad truth. She's doing well herself and so am I, so that's good. 

Lunch, then it was off to town. I bought a DVD of Dirty Dancing--always liked Patrick Swayze (sigh)--and that was one of his best. It was a nice warm (upper sixties), sunny day, but extremely windy. I was actually almost blown off my feet at Main and Palm. On my way home, Lynn Wetzel called. She's the director of docents at Dudley House and I confirmed I'll do the duty in June. Must get my costume from Ellen's storage shed and study my lines--it's been three years since I've done it. 

Ellen called while I was on my way home. That's always a treat and we had a good chat. We've agreed that when Mike's here, he'll sleep at her place, but tentatively, I'll have him her, Mike, and Greg over for dinner the day he gets in.