Hubby took what he refers to as the "geriatric" group (a group of older men he is friends with) trawling! What's that movie? Grumpy Old Men! To be a fish in the sea today! He's letting a blind friend drive the boat. Mr. Nick is cool. We've picked him up on foggy mornings and offered to let him drive because no one else could see either. He may take us up on our offer one day. Ummmmmmmm.
We were talking the other day about what we were packing and when I started to tell her my list, and actually said that I might pack a couple of colored shirts, the smartass ended my sentence with "and seven white shirts!" Some people know me too well. At least if I get lost, she'll remember what I was wearing in order to give the police a description! There is some logic to my madness (just because no one else sees it doesn’t make it not so.)
I have also been practicing wearing shoes all day long (yep, that’s what I say.) I never went barefoot in my life, and then I moved to the country. Now, I rarely put shoes on my feet. I knew there is no way I could walk the streets of New York City barefoot so I had no choice.