Shoes

OK. I have a lot of shoes but not so many that I can't count them. I have most of them in plastic boxes with labels. I really don't want to count them. But, I know I have fewer than Nancy because she has one of every Enzio flats ever made. What concerns me about these shoes, though, was that we're more than half way through the summer, and I had yet to wear my white sandals. If the truth were known, I'd forgotten about them. So, now, most of the people with whom I come in contact with think I only have one pair of summer shoes - the white ones. My daughter tries to tell me that no one pays attention to that rule of "no white shoes after Labor Day," but she's not constrained by the "old thinking." In fact, she wears white slacks far longer than I would and the thought of carrying a white purse in the winter seems fine to her. I want to appear modern, but I ain't giving into white shoes after Labor Day. So, for all of you that think I only have one pair of shoe this summer, just wait til after Labor Day.

Who knew

that a TV show could generate such excitement on so many levels. We've watched 24, but with sinking expectations. What are we missing? With the many distractions, maybe Lost has captured our imaginations. Poor Charlie. I think his demise has punctured the bubble. Moving on - Maggie goes back to school sometime this week. Mixed emotions. It's been remarkable watching her grow up this summer. And, there's a month to go.

Breathe deeplyq

I've been watching Lost past episode. Whoooo! What a series. I can picture myself in the forest. I feel the heat and humidity of the episodes. I've decided thery\ll all dead. So much for TV acquaintances.

I went to a tea party today . . .

they are a dyeing art. Who had the time or inclination to cut tiny sandwiches, make the egg salad, polish the silver, wash the cups, press the linens, make the tea, roll the salmon rolls? It was absolutely lovely. The best part was that the hostess was assisted by her granddaughter, who is 12. She was dressed in a lovely dress with matching sandals. Her brother, also appropriately dressed, helped with the tea. Tea Party - what comes to mind? Graciousness, formal, by-gone era, antique tea cups, cucumber sandwiches, petite fours? If my mother were still alive, I'd have worn white gloves. I know there are groups that ensure the art of quilt-making doesn't die out. There needs to be one for tea parties.

It's a good day to begin again . . .

It's been a month and a half and I guess I've been hibernating. I've accomplished a couple of things, not in any order of importance. I tackled a couple of long-held squeamish ideas - fish tacos and banana/peanut butter sandwiches. Fish tacos, not so bad. I guess the secret is fried fish and a strong enough cabbage taste to mask the fish. I ate the whole thing! On to the banana/peanut butter. Ooofdah. I'll revisit them as soon as I buy more bananas. Potassium combined with fat. How can that not be delicious.


The second event and far more important was my 45th HS reunion. Why anyone would hold a reunion in SD in the summer is beyond me. In their defense, however, the weather was great. They may have to do more with the fact that we've had a record-breaking heat wave and drought in San Antonio. It's amazing that you can see your HS friends and pick up as if nothing had changed. Why is that? We can laugh, reminisce, and gossip (just a little) and the time goes by so quickly. Too quickly. I believe that should we attend another, one night for the whole class is enough. You've told everyone how well they look and how glad you are to see them and asked what they've been doing and ooohed over their grandchildren. The precious time is investing it with friends from forever. (Notice I did not say, "old friends"). Collectively shared joy and sadness is the foundation of our lives.

My mother was hospitalized when I was in 9th grade, but I don't remember her having "girlfriends." She was in everything - book clubs, PEO, Eastern Star and others. But I don't remember coming home to find her immersed in a friendly cup of coffee with a best friend. I had to learn on my own that girlfriends are what keep you grounded. I hope I can pass this on to my daughter.