Winter Waxing Moon of the Cold Month
Kate’s sewing on the machine she keeps here at Jon and Jen’s. We retrieved it last night and brought it back to the hotel room. The room supplies an ironing board and iron, with her cutting mats and rotary cutters–and those $23 to transport scissors–she’s in her favorite place, sewing. She said yesterday that her retirement couldn’t really start until she could start sewing. Well, it’s officially started now.
The Sierra Club legcom meeting is at 5 pm tonight, so I spent an hour organizing material for the agenda and sending it out. That’s finished. Good thing Jon asked last night what time the meeting was. I said, “5 pm.” “Oh, so at 4 pm our time?” “Huh? 4? Yikes.” I would have missed it for sure. Not used to this jetset lifestyle.
Once again breakfast has cowboy hats and bluejeans. One young boy, maybe 14, wore a t-shirt that read: “Nothing’s more important than beating that COW COLLEGE on the other side of the state.” Coach Bear Bryant A clutch of young girls came up around his table where he sat with three slightly older boys.
Then began the mock teasing, playful hits, frowns and cagey responses. One blond headed girl leaned over a boy with a RockStar hat, whispered in his ear, then went across the room and got him a cup of coffee. They were prodigies among children.
Tonight I plan to take Jon and Jen out to a country Japanese restaurant called Domo. Sounds interesting.
