TUESDAY

It was a pleasant day, although the weather wasn't, being cloudy and cool, not to my taste as a spoiled Californian. Bused to across from the mission to find Diane already set up next to the fountain. That's not where I usually take my lunch, but it was fine by me. We had our usual talk-talk-talk about every topic under the sun. Diane has made some mighty life decisions lately: one, that she'll rejoin the Universalist congregation. She wants to join go into some of the discussion groups there and that will be good for her. She's also continuing the idea of moving to Guadalajara, Mexico, in reaction to Trump's--well, Trumpiness. To that end, she's studying to get her Spanish back.*

It got a little chilly after we ate, so Diane suggested we stop at nearby Burger King and get a little something for dessert, which we did. By this time, it was close to 3:00 and we sat and continued to talk there before she had to go outside and wait for the Access Van. We hugged goodbye and I got the bus home. 

Going to the Dudley House covered dish with Julie tonight. I must see how many of the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies I have, then pick up the lack at Von's. 

I've been sleeping pretty well lately. I'm up this morning at 5:00, which is an hour earlier than I like, but not too bad. 

*Background: Diane and her--yes, paramour, Dr. Jim--lived together in Mexico for four years; this was after her divorce, of course. Neither of them were of Mexican descent (she's from Chicago and her ancestors from Bohemia), but his practice was there and they both liked the ex-pat conclave where they lived. When the romance ended, she moved back to the states. Guadalajara is considered a high-end part of the country and is home to many ex-pats, but considering Diane's worsening neuropathy, I wonder if it's a good idea for an 82-year-old.