
Well, it is July 5th. Sort of half past summer. Only one more summer holiday left. The days are getting shorter. Aloha! Time to start thinking about Hawai’i.
I think our combined 4th of July party was successful. Firework viewing wasn’t great – but the food and friendship was. (It was a little too humid and still for the massive Mall fireworks. It made its own smog shroud.)
I live in an old folks asylum. Most of us old folks are women. Old women. Some very old women. Well, a few of us lucky ladies found the Jockey Summer Catalog in our mailboxes recently.

Many a heart was a flutter. And, it wasn’t a-fib! One woman who is almost comatose showed signs of life. The fine looking man is wearing “outdoor boxer briefs” which would appear to be a massive word selection failure. But, who cares? Not me.
Note to Carlton: You always said that I would be a great little old lady. Is this what you had in mind?
In keeping with this naughty old lady theme. On Sunday, of all days, I had fun messing with our dining supervisor – a great long suffering young man. He was trying to ever so quietly encourage us to finish up our dinner and leave so his staff could so home. Well, every time the poor man came by our table I would say something like “…Alexa put Depends on my shopping list… Alexa order condoms”.
Hey, it’s not fun being old. But, it doesn’t have to be boring. Misery is optional.


























