We sat on her bed, me hemming a pair of pale yellow floral print pants (she said she shrank 6 inches since she has been sick) she plans on wearing to a luau this week, her chatting away about her upcoming party; how Andy (my Gramp) would take her to nice stores to shop with their friends while on vacation, so the two old tomcats could gaze at the pretty shop girls--but eventually the men had to buy something for their wives; the pirate party she had just attended; what piece of furniture I would like from her home (I'm stalling there, I hate the thought of actually having to haul that piece of furniture from her vacant home); and finally finding someone acceptable to fill her shoes in the hospitality committee. She lives each moment, and has the future in mind--she knows she won't be around forever but won't let that keep her down. We also talked about her very alert and sharp mind--at nearly 92, she is a firecracker. She tells me that she remembers things from her early childhood as vividly as though it were yesterday. I should have sewn slower...
After our visit, JE and I drove to San Onofre and took a nap on the beach. The tide was out further than usual and the waves rolled in in long succession. There were more surfers at Trestles than I have ever seen. Marine layer stood thick between the sky and the sea. That was a sweet sleep.
I am feeling fat and lazy. My poor body really needs a to sweat and move. (as my sweet husband serves me a slice of peach galette with ice cream)
Plan for the week
The power went out before I could finish and post this, last night.
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