I stayed here in the morning and spent some time on the computer. Ate leftover curry and black beans for lunch, with the last of Amelia's zucchini bread and cream cheese. It was delicious, but not quite enough.

I went to my first OLLI class and it was good, but a little disappointing. Being a person who likes "school," it was just a discussion group with a lot of people who are less on board than I am, as far as climate change. In particular, some of them said they wanted to do something but didn't know what. Complained about the government not doing anything, the corporations owning the government...

So I was a little discouraged as I drove to my Dad's and brought in his mail and then to Beechwood. I had to mail a package to Nate for his birthday and I wanted to take some clothes to Plato's closet, so I parked in between so I wouldn't have to drive from one to the other. The box of clothes was pretty heavy and not good for my back. There were several other people who had brought clothes and I wandered around the store, finally looking at the sunglasses. They chose two items as worthy of sale: $8.41. The sunglasses came to $6, so I netted $2.41. I had to carry the box back to the car, stopping at CVS to buy packing tape. I set it down outside the store and hoped someone would take it, but it was still there.

At the car, I traded it for a much smaller package for Nate and walked to the post office. It was pretty hot by now and I was tired. Stood in line and sent the package. The lady said it didn't need to be re-taped (Ray had done it with Scotch tape and I was supposed to add the packing tape). I hope it gets there.

Then I drove to the grocery store. Well, I didn't realize: Monday afternoon is not a good time. It was crowded and I had to wait awile to check out, but I did get some good things. I often think of buying fish, but don't want it to sit in the car while I pick up Ray. The flounder was only $6.99 and I was going straight home.

When I got there, I was exhausted, hungry and hot. I had to sit for a while and eat trail mix, but made myself get up and start cooking before Ray got there. We had some beautiful tiny green beans from the farmer's market, over a week old. I was afraid they wouldn't be good any more, but they were still beautiful. Of course, there were a lot of them and it took a long time to break the ends off them all.

Ray helped when he got home and we had a wonderful three-course Italian meal: asparagus risotto, sauteed fish, and green beans, with white wine. Then TV, reading, and bed. I slept well and this morning there is an email from email: she made it back to Westport from NY--at 11 pm.