Is that important?

We’ll see what the day brings….

A mix-up. John and Lesley came earl aand a day late and they both worked hard. Lesley went through my clothes and

john went througn my locker, takigng inventory and tossing, (with my approval).

I went through my past llife. Not much left.I saved the best of it, intending to give clohes to a collection. a museum that keeps Marilyn Brooks clothes. I stll have some of the lovely designer party clotthes I wore to Festivall openings. My daughter-in-law says there’ll be parties where I am going (not sure if I want that) . Lesley was very thorough and very patientl. unlike John, or me,, or my father. My Bill was siient with me, though.

I carried my elastic stockings around with me, intending to put them on—a painful struggle but once on they’re okay—but I never got the time.

They left, suddenly. I hadnt’t had lunch or put on my stockings. The phone rang.

“Are. you ready?”

It was my friend Tom who drives me to Hamilton every six weeks to get his hair cut and we visit two friends who used to iive in my buildlng. One of the friends was having s birthday party today.

“It’s Saturday,” I protested.

“No, it’s Sunday, Are you ready?i”

I wasn’t ready, not only not dressed for a party, but tired and ready to sleep.

So the rest of my day was recovery: a good sleep followed by notes and prods.

Tomorrow is another day.

Thank you, Pat, for your comment. I’m glad you are seeing your son again.