Afrer going to the gym this morning, I decided to get my hair coloured. So I called an Uber, which got me there, checked in and started the whole process. By the time I came out the sky looked gray and threatening so I took a bus to Las Olas and wandered down the street until I found a bakery/ice cream shop. I went into the shop, ordered an ice cream treat and sat in the communual area, with 3 other people. The rain pelted down outside and we all snuggled down more comfortably in our seats. And we chatted. We compared our youths, particularly the food we were served for dinners. One gentlemen had a very advanced Mom who insisted on a microbiotic diet. So while everyone else had turkey and stuffing for Thanksgiving, he had microbiotic stuff his Mom brought from home. We named this Thanksgiving Abuse. Another person was taken to McDonalds with his parents and siblings. But hamburghers were sliced into two parts, milkshakes were divided and shared. This guy still writhes in shame and embarrassment. We called this Public Abuse.
We went around the group and laughed. I told the group that my kids don’t know how to peel a vegetable and everyone laughed. This was named Publix Spoiled, because they sell a lot of pre=prepared veggies. It was a pleasant interlude.
Then it was home, rain and all. At the moment I am watching the Houston-Cleveland game with Spanish speaking commentators. I dunno. I clicked it on, and the play by play is in Spanish. Oh, well. Maybe I’ll learn something on this gloomy Saturday. Hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow.