Oh, I Laughed when I tried On My Pants in Postcards 4

Schmidley who didn’t open her eyes, eating at Guadalajara in Old town.

Frankly, I was surprised to discover that I couldn’t fasten my levis while wearing my football sized bandages so I wore good pants to lunch with Schmidley. Lunch was a treat. But, I refuse to wear my good, dress, expensive pants every day. I flat out will not wear PJ’s every day out into the world either.

She’s sticking to her Weight Watchers, and I seem to be growing in breadth.

We ate wonderful, fattening things, dashed by the local Bookstar/Barnes & Noble for a book she wanted to give her son, then did a slow walk through at the Discovery shop. Yes, the books were a mess.

Tostada Jalisco; really tasty stuff.

She yawned and yawned still tired from her flight, but we kept our talking up for about three hours. What a wonderful visit. If she really refuses to fly out here anymore, I may have to go visit Schmidley in Arlington every once in a while. It’s a sneaky way to see the museums again too.

• Himself: G came down and met Schmidley and son, chatted a bit. Worked hard with the new account all afternoon. I think he’s loving these quiet, cooler days.
• Herself: So enjoyed visiting with the new and vitalized Schmidley, loved the food, but will go pants shopping this morning. My two really good pair of pants are not everyday fodder.
• Reading: Finished a mystery anthology now on to “C” is for…
• Balance: Playing on line and trying not to think of playing in the pool. Hearing from both work and pool friends. Was able to help with dinner last night.