Lineup

Laundry hanging on the line these days gives a pretty good visual of just how whacky the weather has been lately.  There is a tank top next to a turtleneck next to a medium-weight work shirt, and the ubiquitous bibbies, of course.  With the exception of the bibbies, I don't know how to dress from one day to the next.  It could be break-a-sweat hot on Monday and need-a-jacket cold on Tuesday.  It was warm, in the 80s, but pleasant yesterday, and rain and low 50s are predicted for next weekend.  Go figure.

Because it was a nice afternoon yesterday, Arden and I sat out on the deck to chat.  It had been a while since she came to visit and it was good to see her again.  I am fortunate in my friends with whom to talk about books and films and politics and current events, rarely touching on the negative, and briefly, should such a subject come up.  Negativity is like a canker and spreads to discontent.

Bessie Anne considers herself "one of the girls" and joined us on the deck.  When Stan was here, Bess came too, but had a few "senior moments."  She would wander off, but forget which door she'd come out or where we were.  I had to excuse myself more than once to go let Bessie in the front door and we'd start all over again.  Oh well.

I have to laugh.  I had hurriedly dusted the living room so it would be ready or at least presentable for company.  Company three days in a row and not once did we sit in there amongst the polished furniture.  All that effort for naught.

It was a good day.