We talked about an annual Red Hat event that I'm not going to...I'll come up with an excuse later. It involves the chapter taking women from a nursing home to a 4th of July parade. They’ve been doing this since the chapter’s birth and thanks to a local funeral home that “loans” us their lavish front porch and serves us all refreshments, the seating for the parade in ultra-prime real estate. Don’s funeral and those of lots of people I’ve known over the years was at this place. One day the nursing home residents will use their services and one-by-one my Red Hat sisters will take their places in the nursing home. Small towns are tight like that, from cradle to the grave. Am I a terrible person with a heart of ice for not embracing this day of community service? Probably so but my selfless service tank is running dry and I don't know where/how to get it filled back up again. Ya, I know. I can almost hear my mother saying what you're probably thinking, "Just do it and quit complaining!"
When the heck is someone going to stock my freezer with some ice cream? It's months since I've had an indiscretion with Ben and Jerry's and I could use a little dalliance right now to feed my guilty conscience and help me mourn (or celebrate, I can't decide which) the newly created empty spaces in my garage. ©