Will she look like Tina Fey or Groucho Marx? Will she look over the top of them? Will Elliot get to try them on? Will Olive? Are the frames thick or thin? Is the glass tinted or plain? Shouldn't there be a picture of her on her blog wearing her new glasses?
It is Sunday and Tom and I are in our "Founders Cottage" in Kennolyn Camp which is just outside Santa Cruz California. Wendy Wirthlin gets married at 3:30 this afternoon up on the hill, where I hear we will have a view of the Pacific Ocean. Nice. We are surrounded by redwoods and other evergreens all smelling deliciously piney. There's a pool and tennis courts, volleyball courts, a barn with rabbits and Vietnamese potbellied pigs. People live in cottages that look like a barber's store from the front or the post office, so it looks like a small western village. Plenty of places to roam around. We made smores by a fire last night and then Tom and I watched "Lady in White" a Masterpiece Theater production that we had with us (netflix).
I remember you, Lanny Berger. You were the fat kid, so shy, you could barely speak. In fifth grade, your appendix burst and you were in the hospital for weeks. Mrs. Nelson said they had you on a bed of ice to keep your fever down. Did she make that up? A bed of ice? You were the kid who always asked me to dance at Emigration Ward dances. I still see you walking toward me, feet pointed out slightly, your upper legs chafing against each other with each step. You weren't my first choice or even my third, but there was something always likable about you.
I'm swimming and I've finally got the breathing right on the front crawl. Wednesday, I swam 15 laps, which I thought was a half mile. It turns out that 16 laps is a mile in a 50 meter pool. If I'd known that, I would have pushed myself another lap. My goal is to swim two miles a day. I'm 66 and I can swim. I can. I can.
So I took the unwanted ugly clothes to the D.I. today, and while I was there, I decided to shop-- remembering my stylish friend, Dean Duvander who bought ALL of his clothes at D.I. He had a good eye and was a patient shopper. So I bought a khaki skirt and a denim vest--very classic and my favorite casual wear, barely worn. Nine bucks. Now I need a pair of brown boots. I'm determined not to pay much for them. There was a wonderful red Ralph Lauren blazer for ten bucks, but it was too small. There was also a red coat for twenty dollars, which I'm thinking about overnight. D.I. rocks!
Last winter in New York when I was disgusted with my vasty hips and mammoth hams, I collected all the clothes that were then too small for me and stuffed them into a green bag to take to Goodwill. This included four expensive blazers and an Austen Reed suit that I loved.
Jonathan and Julie drove down from Boise with Katelyn this conference weekend to make an announcement, which was emblazoned on Katelyn's t-shirt. We were too dimwitted to see it. Later, Charles and Erica and family came over, along with Sam and Sarah and the boys to celebrate Katelyn's third birthday. Sam spotted the message. Congratulatory hoo haws all around. I'll let them post the t-shirt themselves.
