Friday

After a two-week hiatus, I went back to T.O.P.S. and it was puzzling: I went up 1.2 pounds at home, to 125.6, but down.07 at the meeting to 125.8. No prob, since I'm still in my comfort zone, but dunno why that large a discrepancy.  The meeting was reasonably okay. Lennie asked me to lead next week and before we left, I asked the other five to think of one of the most distressing  or hurtful experiences relating to overweight that may have prompted them to take it off.  I'll build a (short) program on that. 

Didn't get breakfast until 10:15 and  after a few chores, I packed my lunch and bused to the mall. Instead of eating outside, I found there's a kind of large terrace off the second floor, with small tables and chairs, so I went there and enjoyed it. Here's the view:

I was home by 3:00 and ran into Suzanne. I invited her in to chat for a bit and we caught up with each other's lives. Sadly, she said she had seen Vickie, who seems to be sinking down and is terribly discouraged at her condition. She's dealing not only with the cancer, but with the hip problem and now an infected toe again. I'll get in touch with her soon.

Speaking of getting in touch: At 9:30 pm, my phone rang and it was Jeanne Painter. It's a good thing I've been training myself to stay up later, because a few weeks ago, I would have been in bed and  asleep at that hour. I do like hearing from her, although she was clearly three sheets to the wind, as the saying goes. When she calls, she spends a lot of time bemoaning the fact that she does everything for John, who's now 95 years old and does little but sleep and drink heavily of Seagram's VO. She's been with him for fifteen years, and assures me over and over she's "in the will." She also told me of the disgusting behavior of her father during her glory days when she was a contestant for Miss Atlantic City, but I'll leave that one alone.

Lunch at Micky Dee's again with Diane today.