Sundays have changed... But when did I slip into these habits? I think it started about 8 years or so ago when I slowly cut back on my going out on Saturday Nights.
Dinner, Dancing... I miss going dancing! My feet gave out! Who wants to go dancing when your feet
Refuse to get into pretty sexy shoes! It just dawned on me when my fingers typed dancing, I no longer can or want to wear those shoes. They are still there in my closet waiting for a reason to come out a party or special occasion to usurp the flats or fancy flip flops....
So now I wake up and call my wonderful funny 85 year old Dad in San Diego and hope he isn't confused by what time it is.. Give him his daily update on what my Brothers and Sister have planned for him today to get him out of his solitude.... Then it's off to the Studio City Farmers Market.....
Then I wait to see what else today will bring....
