Us Convention Goers in Postcards 4

I’m feeling more like myself now that I am home and tucked into routine. George isn’t. He’s fighting himself by going on the Atkins diet once again. He’s been quiet, withdrawn, but dogged about it. Many years ago he lost 85 pounds on Atkins and kept it off for many years. He’s determined to get his extra poundage off again.

Yes, I worry. It’s not a healthy diet.

We had fun at our local Spring Roundup. 2337 attended this year, and I was surprised at how many friends we had there. We again volunteered to usher at the main banquet thus missing high charges and the dry food. We were at the same doors we have guarded for the last three years, and by now we know all the fancy folks who insisted on using the doors. We love to people watch, and this was the place to do it.

I took two time slots to photograph roses. Last year they had trimmed them late and there were no roses. This year the world was perfumed with them. I don’t know what the hotel will do with the roses and the new water restrictions. I enjoyed them while I could.

• Himself: Quietly eating meat and cheese. Lots of vitimines.
• Herself: Yesterday: Removed the contents of seven boxes of books and shelved them yesterday. Today I culled giving mold, dusty, coffee stained, or broken spine books to Fr. Joe. Cottage cheese, sliced tomatoes, and yogurt here.
• Reading: Dipping into the Harry Bosch Series.
• Balance: Letting Joe price the books.