Every Saturday my beloved and I go to our little cafe during the usual Saturday chores. We are creatures of habit as are the others who tend to be there at the same time. We tend to sit in the window and bicker about whose turn it is to face the window and whose to sit with her back to it. Inevitable the other window table is taken by Joyce and Lillian, two ladies, agewise on the older edge of completely indeterminate. They give the impression not so much of being lifelong friends, but of two aquaintances who have given up trying to shake each other off. Being a little on the hard of hearing spectrum their conversations tend to be held at a volume somewhat above the norm.
.... so I asked him how we were going to manage. I mean turning out to decorate the second bedroom is fine as far as it goes but they don't have a spare bed.
What, no camp beds or sofa beds?
No. Not evan a crouton.
..... and he gave a wonderful urology at the funeral.
We're going to Evita in January.
Oh really? Will it be warm there then?
What? What? Of course Evita is warm, it´s always been that way, and even HOT when first visited at the Dorothy Chandler Pavillion in Los Angeles a million Seasons ago. I can feel the sun shining from within!
ReplyDeleteLove the ladies at lunch--keep us updated with further breakthroughs, both theirs and your own, por favor!
ReplyDeleteBest of everything, onward you/we go,
Leonardo