The photo below better reflects, for me, how well-dressed I feel in this coat (a Banana Republic Heritage cashmere). The one above caught me worrying a bit about proportions with the boots, the "stubbiness"factor. Pater dismissed my self-deprecation, as he should, and said it looked great. After 35+ years, he's well trained.
We had Nola sleep over at our apartment last night, delivered her to DayCare this morning. What a joy to see how happily she runs in to greet her playmates and the caregivers -- not a qualm about waving us good-bye. We'll pick her up at 4:30-ish, and hang out 'til her Dad's home from work. Her mom's travelling for work, and right now is in ABCD, as Nola says, translating what we obviously mean by Washington, DC. . . .
In other breaking news, I've been driving our boat again lately, after not bothering for the last three years, since we switched (a coerced non-choice) to a much more difficult-to-dock-at facility. Driving's easy, of course, but I need to practice docking -- I was pleased at how readily it came back to me, though, and hope to get back into using the boat more often rather than relying on the ferry -- during the summer, when the tourists are plentiful, waiting for the ferry can be truly irritating.
And as for refreshing old knowledge, Pater and I are heading off for a French lesson this afternoon. I'm a bit nervous but mainly excited about that. . . . More later . . .