Dance of the Days in Postcards 4

More pictures from the canal zone. Here the Island Princess follows the MSC into the Miraflores Locks. Here’s a link to the web cam, but it’s burping a bit this morning.

Miraflores Lock Cam

Weather: The hot days have cooled slightly. Both of us spent Friday in Air Conditioned comfort. Never before have we been this comfortable at home. The high school above us has a giant sign that not only tells us what’s happening on the campus but tells us the temperature. Wednesday through Friday it told me life was in the 90’s F. (32 to 38C). I was grateful that our meeting by the bay was in the low 80’s by the time we got there. I hope it stays in the low 80’s today and even cooler tomorrow when we go see the Padre’s play at Petco Park.

Shoes: I had not realized that I needed new sandals until the last two weeks. My brown, red, and long gone black Bjorn’s have no cush left. I almost fell several times last night getting into the shoe store with my foot going one way and my shoe the other. Replacements are vaguely American indianish brown and a terra cottaish red. They fit, they are comfortable, and I shan’t die crossing a street. They are not my favorite, dramatic Bjorn’s tho. They don’t make them anymore.

Food: I lost a pound and he gained three. I was sick and he wasn’t. I’ve spent the whole week making repeated trips to the head and dragging myself through my days. I thought it was only me and my IBS….but many from the shop have been ill too. Vastly better by Thursday and knew I would live by Friday.

Time: The older you get, the faster time goes by. I swear. The more I seem to forget things too. Showed up at the pool with two colored sandals early in the week. Showed up yesterday with my shirt on backwards.

Life: Margot is doing well. I hear nothing from Laka but follow her on Facebook. G woke this morning filled with jokes. He’s relieved from the pressure of overtime and that awful growing work queue. The lovely lady who helped me with the books found her life to busy to continue. I pressure myself because the books don’t get done when I’m doing other stuff. This afternoon, he’s off to work at the museum, and I am cleaning out my shoes. I’m the owner of an awful lot of worn our shoes that need to go to the homeless.

• Himself: Feeling much lighter.
• Herself: Looking forward to an afternoon of discarding shoes.
• Reading: Back to the expatriate artists in Paris.
• Balance: Really glad to be alive.