I haven’t cracked a French book or a French app today and it’s late. I’m committed, though, so I’ll make time.
No photo of the outfit. I wore my marine blue Fiona, with a non-wool Ann Taylor pink cardigan. It’s the same color and same line as the shirt I wore yesterday and is a good color on me. I wore, too, the same pair of non-wool leggings, and my Bjorn short boots. Oh, and a pink belt. I like the outfit overall, but always have some reservations about wearing the short boots with a dress. The sweater is a little big on me now and so I’m going to search Poshmark for a suitable replacement.
I met with a poet friend of mine today and, as always, it was a great visit. Ohio was a balmy 61 degrees, the perfect weather to sit outside in her makeshift gazebo like tent. It was surprisingly homy inside and I only wished that it wasn’t raining so I could have seen the white lights she had strung around the ceiling. We ate a white bean soup that was surprisingly tasty. I say surprisingly because one of the worst recipe fails I have ever had was a “white chili” that relied heavily on navy beans. But this soup wasn’t that and she served it with genuine sourdough bread and better.
Other things to note: I placed a “Happy Returns” package in a FedEx box on Monday December 26 and it is still showing as only a printed label in the FedEx tracking system. I’m sure it will eventually show up, but I’m hoping it won’t be past the return window, or past the time when the actual item I ordered was still available. Of course, there’s no getting to the bottom of where the package might be. OfficeMax “doesn’t have the key to the box” and FedEx told me to go talk to OfficeMax and tell them “you already spoke to FedEx”. So today I did just that and now have descended into maybe the third circle of hell. Hopefully I don’t have to make it to the bottom before the box is discovered.
It’s late. I have to have time to open Duolingo and get a French lesson in. Baudelaire is on hold until tomorrow.