Sunday Update

Today I went to FBC and taught the SS class for my friend, LaRue. Because these folks are really nice people and they are always well-groomed , I dolled myself up a bit with a new navy jacket, blue checked skirt, and my latest pair of new shoes (black and white sling pumps). Have to admit, I looked pretty snazzy!



But were those shoes a mistake! At first they were comfortable, but since I always teach standing up (don't know why, an old professorial habit), by the time I finished and sat down, I realized my feet were "killing" me!



I dragged myself out to the car, cautiously pulled the shoes off, confident that my feet were irreparabily demolished, and sat there in the heat for 5 minutes before the pain stopped long enough for me to drive home barefoot ! Now tell me why anyone (especially an 84 year old (MC age) woman would subject herself to such agony just to be considered "classy," "well-groomed," or whatever the hell it was that I thought I was!!!



No more! Next Sunday, I'm wearing dress pants and Nike Walking Shoes and I don't care what anyone says.



Bill didn't feel like attending SS but when I got home I pushed him out the door to go for coffee and a snax at our Southlake Hang-Out. It was packed! We managed to find a table at the back, back, part of the place and settled in with our coffee and cake and watched the rich folks come in. They look just like us -- except their clothes are obviously not from Penny's or Kohls, or even Macys. And I wonder if they have had a life as happy as mine has been.



Put a Netflix TV on to watch when we got home, and I promptly fell asleep . Since we have the new TV in the bedroom, I'm afraid a lot of that falling asleep might happen. Bill watched the flick and said it was pretty good.



This extreme heat is sure not any fun for me. I can be out in it about ten minutes and I think I"m gonna faint -- so I scurry right back into the ole air conditioned house. I can remember when I was in my sixties I played tennis out in this kind of heat with my buddy Joan Botger at our lunch hour on the campus at UCO, when the temp must have been over a hundred! But that was then and this is now!



I woke up the other morning and wrote a nostalgia blog in my mind which was really good (my judgment only) and I never got around to putting it on the computer. It is amazing how clear-cut, how vivid, how accurate my memory of things that happened 60 to 65 years ago is -- and how satisfying it is for me to live again those happy days. Never mind that I can't remember what happened last Friday, or Saturday.



Anyhow ---- I am going to blog some of those memories, just for my own pleasure. I will make the heading Memory Blog so you can just skip the whole thing if you want to. My first one will be entitled Memory Blog -My Life at the Ritz, coming up soon (in the next six months, probably.)



Mark, I started Little Brother, got bogged down in all the technology stuff, tried to read through it to get to the story, but finally gave up. It's sitting on my bookcase now. Yeah, I know, I should push on, but don't think I will.)



To Everyone: MC Age which I referred to above means Marie-Curry Age and that means that is how old I am really. Obviously both Marie Saunders and Curry Elgin could not be wrong about anything that important!



Adios!