My first visit out of doors took me to a restaurant, where I met up with people from the old old company I worked for when this blog came to be: Elliot. (Not its real name.) I met with the woman who threw the Divorce Soiree, now happily re-married. I also saw The Mason, and the President who was almost in the line of fire from my snot.
It was a lovely opportunity to say lovely things to lovely people. And to revile people we didn’t like who are long gone.
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My second visit out of doors was an aborted attempt to see the Barber of Seville. I was all set to look for Salmon Pants, and to watch the Parade of Men, and see if the warmer weather causes a recurrence of last year’s Jumble Summer. But, sadly, we didn’t make it past dinner and some suspect crabcakes and remoulade, and now we’re going later next month.
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Two entirely social activities in one week. Creeping out, one toe at a time.