SUNDAY

All day, I was pretty much on the move physically, mentally, emotionally

all day. Called Bobbi after breakfast and was given some ominous news: Her husband, Henry, has a malignant brain tumor. Wasn't that enough for that couple? No--Bobbi herself, who's two years younger than I am, has been diagnosed with breast cancer and it has spread throughout her body, including to her ribs. It sounds to me as if she doesn't have much longer and I'm so sorry about that. She's from Brooklyn and as a teenager, had been an au pair one summer for a family in Ventnor. We have a bond, then, and I hate to lose it.

While we were talking, Noreen called just to say hello. We agreed we'd meet at Yard, a restaurant on Main Street I've been wanting to try; we'll just have to maneuver around our schedules to find a day. Considering she plays cards and Scrabble several days a week, and I have rehearsal Saturday mornings, Monday evenings, plus  alternate Wednesdays and Thursdays, it won't be easy. 

I called Muckie, but her answering machine was on; I left a message, but haven't yet heard back from her. 

Packed my lunch (a sandwich of hard boiled egg, avocado, and tomato), plus diet Coke* and bused to town. Went to the library to pick up The Friday Afternoon Club/A Family Memoir, by Dominick Dunne's son,; bought a small black purse to take to rehearsals; and ate at my usual across from the mission, Stopped at Von's on the way home to get carrots, apples, and "mini" cans of soda. 

As soon as I got in, I scrubbed, trimmed, and seasoned the two pounds of carrots, fired up the oven and roasted them. At the same time, I cored the apples, sprinkled with cinnamon and Stevia, added a little water (darn, I wish I had thought of O.J., instead), and put them in the slow cooker.

I then called Sharon and we had a long, long talk. Lewis is still working on getting his license back, and Sharon is still more or less housebound. She's hopeful she'll get to T.O.P.S. this week, but that's iffy. Yes, she has a number of children and grown grandchildren around, but they work and I guess aren't available. I've told her about the Access Van, but for some reason, she resists. It seems when people aren't familiar with something, they reject it or are apprehensive. It's hard to cure yourself of that.

Rehearsal tonight and we're supposed to be off-book. I've been running over my lines, but need to concentrate on locking them in. 

* I've decided to lay off the IPAs and other alcohol, at least for a time. Not only is it high-caloric, but I have the idea it doesn't help my balance, either. Hmm...now why would I think that, anyway....? 😟