Carlton is still very much with me. Today, I used some of the cash that he had on hand when he died to buy breakfast for Billy and me. And this afternoon I was pondering stopping to buy a cup of coffee and heard ever fugal Carlton saying… “Just walk across the street to your apartment and make your own damn coffee and save $5”. Which I did.
Trying to decide where/what to do with the oldest grand when she comes to visit for a few days. Don’t want to stash her in the Holiday Inn. We would really not enjoy sharing this space. Thinking we might have a real vacation and stay at a hotel if I can find one with rooms that cost less than $1,500 a night. Plus taxes and resort fees, of course.
Enough about money. Greatest thing today was giving an old run-hard put-away wet homeless guy most likely in his 60s a granola bar. His beat-up old face erupted in the most glorious smile. He was so delighted. (He wasn’t panhandling or asking for money. He was just laying on his ratty blanket which seemed to be his only possession minding his own business. I invaded his space with my granola bar.) Best use of a granola bar ever.