Ed was released from rehab about 6 weeks ago. He is improving, drives himself to see people, manages with a cane, his mood fluctuates, I am super wife because that’s what it takes.
Our friend, Solveiga, still lives with us. Her boyfriend brought food that he cooked -- barbequed ribs and chicken, potato salad, baked beans, and home-made ice cream, for a July 4th celebration. We ate on the pool deck. It was a hot day so we used the new awning we had installed. My skin doctor some years ago told me to cover up. But because we had the awning, I changed into a spaghetti strap top and wowed the crowd. While rooting around in the dresser drawer I discovered 25 pairs of foxy shorts that I'll have to give away.
Elsa, the tropical storm that was just upgraded to a hurricane, seems to be missing us. Heavy rain, now just sprinkles, and I didn't notice bad wind gusts. Last night I persuaded Sol, who is inclined to work past quitting time (7 p.m.) to drive home while it was still light out so that she wouldn't have difficulty seeing the road if it was raining hard. She did. That's a relief. We keep dodging the bullets. So far, Charley was our worst experience -- lost power for a week in #$%$ August.
My correspondence with Laura, my daughter, continues daily via e mail and texts – we keep sharing and it’s fantastic. I wish there was a way we could get together soon but it will have to wait.
It’s July, which is truly annoying. Didn’t the year just start? Where did six months go?
I just watched a remake of The Little Princess, a movie that Shirley Temple did. Shirley was born in 1928 and was three years older than me. She was my childhood hero. Along with Tom Mix and Charles Starrett. Okay, look him up. Jeri, do you remember Starrett?