A Weekend in Postcards 4

*At Cartagena. Taking your hotel with you.

• Saturday afternoon and evening: Yes, I backed up the last bits of May’s journals and photos. Yes, I got rid of all my worn our shoes. Boy there were a lot. I found my boring Black Bjorn’s tho, and that made the moment. Began discarding jewelry and discovered the primary problem was disorganization. Heartening. I didn’t have to get rid of it all.

  After leftover chili over couscous, because I dropped the glass rice jar and there was shattered glass and rice all over the kitchen, we looked up movies. “The Lunchbox” was the only film that offered promise with a smile. Off we went early to the Landmark theaters in La Jolla. Early. So we had time to shop and I got a stripy jacket.

  The film was marvelous. Beautiful. Tremendously well filmed. Yes, there were subtitles, but we barely noticed them. Marvelously well acted. The ending was…..

• Sunday: Oh, a deliciously late start with CBS Sunday Morning. Blogging. Writing on my comedy piece. Discarding more jewelry. It was so much cooler this day that it was a pleasure to live.

  Afternoon at 1600: Cleaning up the wreckage of my present hasn’t been a pleasure, but tho endless it is a good thing. Last week pants. This weekend shoes. One whole bag of them to go to Father Joe. (He’s the official head of the St. Vincent de Paul Thrift Stores. Anything we cannot use at the Discovery Shop goes to them. My shoes are too worn out to go to the Cancer society.) The jewelry box got sorted through too. If I don’t wear something, I don’t need to own it. Nothing really good went out, but bad choices from the thrift store are now bagged to go. I did find a second pair of Bjorn’s in brown this afternoon. My foot choices expandeth.

  George was the hero of the day. He made dividers for the jewelry box drawers. Custom….useful at last. How did I know what was in there? Now I do. Found two lovely necklaces I’d forgotton I owned. Now this morning, I’ll move on to scarves….