FRIDAY

Weight:  At home, I was down a mere nothing--.06 to 129.6 and at T.O.P.S.? Why, that was a real nothing, because the place was locked up and we couldn't get in! Only the diehards, Cheryl, Sharon,  and Mimi were there, but of course, there was no meeting no even a weigh-in, since the scale is kept in a closet inside. Damnit, I expressed my annoyance to the other two: Why couldn't Lennie, our so-called leader, now on a four-week trip to Greece and elsewhere, have gotten information beforehand as to why the place is closed and/on give somebody the key, which she has? Dunno, but we left, not in the best of moods. 

Home, had breakfast and spent a fair amount of time on the phone and here's the roundup:  

Vickie called and we settled that she'd go out for pizza, I'd come over there about 5:30, then we'd go to the play festival.

I called Nancy P. and we had a long, long talk; she's doing okay, but is having a problem with a crown; said she'd call me soon and we'd meet at The Cave for lunch when that's resolved.

Noreen called to thank me for sending her Chris Hedges' piece on the group of idiots steering the country to its end. 

Stella called to ask if I wanted to go to a sales lunch next Monday or Tuesday; I'll look into it and see. 

I called Jeanne P., my old HSHS classmate, to comment on the pictures she sent of her granddaughter's marriage. I sent back "congratulations to the bride and bride."

Aside from those chats, I walked over to CVS because I thought they had texted me that one of my medications had come in. No, it hadn't and when I looked again, I saw the text just said it would come in a few days--why would they bother telling me that?

Took a short nap, then changed to get ready for the play festival. Went over to Vickie's at 5:30 for a dinner of pizza and good talk, then we took off for the museum. Here's Vickie and one of the walking dead at intermission: 

                                  

Vickie took a better picture of the corpse after:

The play was fair, I think, but only fair. It was readers' theatre, i.e., the actors, three women and three men, read from scripts, but with full expression, gestures, and so on,  in British accents.  Clearly, they were AE* professionals. There was no set, but simply six chairs and microphones. After, three of the actor and the writer returned to the stage and responded to questions: 

                                    I didn't ask any, as I really couldn't think of anything to ask. 

Didn't get home until--gasp!--almost ten and I actually stayed up for another 45--I'm living a wild life! Tonight and tomorrow afternoon, we'll attend two more plays and I'm looking forward to them.

A Note From Modern Life: On May 17, I mailed something to son Mike, who lives in Singapore.  It was in just an ordinary, business-sized envelope and required only one overseas stamp. Mike just Messaged me that it arrived yesterday, almost a full month later.  That's a good indication of the sorry mess the U.S. Mail, which used to be considered one of the best and most reliable in the world. That's Modern Life now, I guess...sigh... 

*Actors Equity