I’m thinking many of you lovely people simply don’t hang around with tough old broads. And, the operative word may be old; as I seem to have a decade on everyone, except Lois, who I would be content to be when I get even older.
So, I will write more adventures, starting with “Why your father and I got married.”
But first I am going on a day trip with Linda, another tough old broad. Linda is so tough that at a show we did together she returned to me a rug a customer purchased at my booth before she arrived at Linda’s booth and discovered she loved Linda’s rugs more. The customer was too embarrassed to return her purchase, so Linda took it from her hands, brought it to my booth and said “This customer wants her money back.” And when I was done laughing I did it. Perhaps Linda is an even tougher old broad than I, but then she is nine months older…
After the day trip I will have cataract surgery Monday, right eye. Woo hoo. And after a week or so of not cringing when I make left hand turns across two lanes of traffic, into my own lane, on filthy black, rainy nights, I'll have the other one done so I can make right hand turns just as easily. On filthy black nights, that is. I used to stay home nights, but now I have grandchildren. Like tonight, I have to fetch Emily from working on her Science Fair project, probably not before eight or nine. If it weren't a requirement I wouldn't sign off on Science Fair, but that’s another story.
1961 high school graduation picture
I forgot--he was pretty good looking.