This morning, I made my annual pilgrimage to the tennis courts where Mr. C played and won his last tennis match. I keep expecting the sign to be gone. But every time I go to the tennis court someone will see me taking a picture and ask about the sign. That makes me happy.
His AA buddies put up a plaque for him outside a church basement in Glen Echo. But, I haven’t made any pilgrimages to that small monument.
Also, today was my annual trek to look at the Halloween decorations on North Jackson Street.
It’s not surprising that the displays aren’t as excellent as in the past. The people who own the houses have been doing this for 25 years. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe I expect more.
My 5th Covid shot flattened me. I was so tired when I finished wandering around the old neighborhood, I almost called for an Uber to get me home. I made it on the bus. But took some ibuprofen and hit the sack.
Feeling very mortal today. To see what might happen, I just ran Old woman feeling mortal through MidJourney. Interesting results.
Something to think about.