Yesterday, Evelyn David mentioned some things I’d like to follow up on.
Day and whether or not to stop wearing while shoes. I don’t own a pair
of white shoes, so that’s no problem. When I was in high school, in the
fall we wore sweaters and wool, or other heavy fabric, skirts, bobby socks and Joyce shoes (and guess
what, they were white–kind of like nurses’ shoes, with a bit of a
platform, and very expensive–my mother made me buy mine with my own money.) No one ever
wore tennis shoes to class–only in gym and they were called gym shoes–ugly.)
I grew up in Los Angeles, it was often very hot in the fall–and
sometimes on into and through December. Didn’t matter, sweaters and
skirts were what the girls wore. (No female wore slacks to school. This
was in the late 40s and early 50s, I graduated in 51.)
the spring, when it was over overcast and cool, we wore dresses, cotton
skits and blouses. We still might wear our Joyces with bobby
socks–but sometimes we changed to Capezio ballet shoes. Expensive and
you had to go to the store in downtown L.A. to buy them. And they
weren’t meant for wearing on sidewalk–so they didn’t last long.
love all the TV shows Evelyn does–but I have to fight to stay awake
for Dancing with the Stars–I fight and I lose sometimes. The series shows I
wait and order the whole season from Netflix and watch a year behind
And that brings me to the big milestone in my
life. I turned 80 on Saturday and I celebrated with my girls and their
spouses in youngest daughter’s home in Camarillo. (Son stayed home
because his daughter and her family came to visit.)
The celebration began on Friday when we arrived–a homemade enchilada dinner and a wild pool tournament. (They played for quarters–I watched.)
Saturday, after a lot of visiting, we headed to Ventura and had
lunch at the Aloha Restaurant where we could watch the ocean. From there
we went to the actual marina and took a cruise and got to see how the
rich folk live with their huge houses right on the water and their
yachts parked at their own docks.
We also saw lots of
brave souls on stand-up paddle boards and others kayaking among the seals. (The
boat captain told us sometimes dolphins come in and once a whale
decides to visit.)
We ventured out just beyond the breakwater–and it was a beautiful day!
we returned to our home base in Camarillo, son-in-law Rick barbecued
tri-tip, ribs and salmon–and daughter Lori made the sides. For desert
(my request) we had hot fudge (or whatever kind anyone wanted to build)
sundaes. We were joined by my youngest granddaughter, Alyssa, who is now
20, and granddaughter Genie with her family.
After all the food, we played Tripoli and hubby and I lost all of our pennies, but had a lot of fun.
A great weekend, and yes–a big milestone for me.
Now, I need to get busy and get some writing done!