How am I? I'm eh. Not great, not bad.
Joe and Winston visit me every week. I love dem guys. Joe gave me a kindle book thing. One of the best presents I ever got. I give him a list of books I wanna read. He enters them in the kindle, and I start reading.
The book group still exists but it's degroupifying. I lose my patience with the bunch--mostly. Old, old people who can't remember nuttin'. Who don't show up when we're supposed to meet. And who don't read the steenkin' books. When our oldest member mentions Rose, I've stopped telling her that we don't have a Rose because I know she means Gerry. When she calls a member Upstairs, that's Caroline. I love this woman--fascinating life. Good good person. She told me recently that "Rose" couldn't remember my name so she referred to me as the smart one. Hey, Rose. I didn't get 100 percent on the cognitive test.
Joe got engaged and is getting married in September. I'm invited to the wedding. Usually when a woman says she doesn't have anything to wear, she means that she's not happy about the selection in her closet and wants to go shopping. When I say I have nothing to wear, I mean I have nothing to wear. I don't own a dress, skirt, or slip. I also have no appropriate footwear. I know that I won't go nekkid. I just have to figure out what I'm gonna do.
I'm having lunch with Sue (semiotterly) next month. Although we both live in New York, we rarely see each other. I'm looking forward to spending some face time with her.
Nothing else is new. I'm gonna go read my kindle.