What a day. I mostly slept through the Triangle, which doesn't look so scary, trying to get rid of the croup before I head for SC to visit Barbara. It is everywhere, even crew have been out two-three days with it.
I went down for knitting and met a charming man named Walter who is a touring patron for Alvin Alley (sp) dance company. He “ran away” from home in Alabama when he had a disagreement with his father in the 60’s and went to NYC. He started talking when I kidded him about sitting with the knitters, when he asked if he looked like a knitter, I told I never judge and shared the story about Mom and Rosie Greer. He laughed and we talked for another hour or so about Barcelona and its part in Dan Brown’s latest novel and his almost poetic descriptions of places. Delightful man but not a Cunarder, he prefers Silver Seas which is completely beyond my price range.
While Sheila and I were sharing tea, a woman admired her hat and I commented that they also shared an affection for Faye Kellerman and she was carrying one of Sheila’s favorite novels. While they talked, her husband and I “bonded” over Clive Cussler. He remarked he wished his book was as popular. Turns out Dr. Mike Zimmerman’s book My Patients Were Mummies is now on my too find and read list. He’ll be lecturing at British Museum in September. Wish I could go.
I slept right through the Masquerade Ball. Darn it! The phone range, Sheila calling to see why I wasn’t at the Ball. I had to admit I had no desire to dress for about an hour, so curled up back under the sheets. I had my cool mask and everything.
I not sure what this augurs for 2018, that I began it curled up in bed most of the day. Happy New Year all!!
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