Happy Hour

Things still improving. After being out virtually all day on Monday and Tuesday, I got some nagging little items done yesterday. Called Tony C., the garderner, who apologized that he had been too busy to check out the landscaping at my house and give me an estimate; he said he'd definitely do it this weekend. I texted Eileen to that effect and said I'd also ask Tony if he could plug up the wooden banisters in the back, which bees have made their home.* She suggested I might consider replacing them with plastic ones and I'll think about it.
Assembled the three things I wanted to present to my Happy Hour buddies: an invitation to attend a gathering at the museum on Saturday; Dudley House tour on Sunday (I want to pick up my docent directory and would like to tour the upstairs, which I don't do); and a woman's symposium at the Hyatt, sponsored by the hospital on June 22. I went to this last year and found it informative; a nice touch: it includes breakfast.
I then walked to Smart 'n' Final and picked up three 18 ounce containers of blueberries, plus Romaine. That's one and a third miles and I intended to take the bus back, but waited at the stop for twenty minutes and it didn't come, so I walked back.  I was glad to get almost three miles in, as I knew Happy Hour was going to be at the Alehouse Cask, the next block from here.
Nancy called to check where the place was and we chatted about this and that, including our dear young friend (well, it's all relative; 57 is young to us) and sister in Happy Hour jaunts, Carolyn. Her evident confusion and forgetfulness is troubling, but she hasn't given any of us an opening to talk about it.
Got to the place at 4:00 to find Diane there; the other two came shortly. I was displeased to see two women in the easy chair setting by the window, which I had reserved for us. The server seems perfectly indifferent when I mentioned it. I decided not to make a scene, so we just waited until the other two left after a half hour or so, and took our plates and glasses to the area.
Had a good time and we stayed until almost 6:00. However, I simply forgot all about asking if anybody wanted to go to the occasions I mentioned above: I'll see about that later.  The van came for Diane, we other three chatted for a few more minutes, then left. I strolled the short distance home, but for some reason, didn't feel like staying in, even though it was after 6:00. Went out, thinking I'd take a bus to East Ventura, but while I was waiting, Betty called and while we talked--oh, correction: she talked, on and on and on and I listened. I then decided not to go elsewhere--it was almost 7:00 by then--and went back home to kick back for the night .






*We had these in the porch railings cum bees on Rosborough Avenue all through my childhood, but to my knowledge, they never stung anybody. My mother often repeated, "If thee will let the bee be, the bee will let thee be" and so it was.