Nancy's Service

The service was at the Zen Center so it was very that.

People addressed their remarks to Nancy by name.

I said some stuff to her and, later, in a second remark, told her it was too hot in the room and could she please appeal to the hosts to turn up the air. No luck. My third remark, still later, was to let her know that it was stifling and that I had to get out of the room before I exploded. Laughter. So, I waited outside in the cool breeze, sitting on the porch swing til the service ended. There were deviled eggs but I wasn't hungry. Someone is caring for Bijou. Carolyn is full of anger and love and disappointment and understanding regarding Nancy. It is extremely tragic for her. And us.

Mary Jane was there, much to my surprise and delight. She didn't know Nancy much but knew that she was a friend of Lorne and Robbie. She starts a new job Monday.

I'm miserable.

It's 6:10 am. I'm going to Walmart to buy socks. 3 pair for $3.50. All of 'em black. Not only am I a fashion statement, but it's easy on Mary, my laundry lady. No worries at the sox-balling phase, and, should I ever do my own wash ... I won't have to ball 'em at all.

Shopping for sox didn't do a thing for me.

Love you Nancy. Miss you dearly.