Late morning. You are at the south entrance
of Macy’s at Polaris across the Parkway from Max and Erma’s. The trip up was
quite uneventful and you are getting thirty-nine miles per gallon driving
mostly at seventy-six miles per hour except in urban areas where you were
getting forty-one miles per gallon. Yesterday when you filled up the car from
the Florida trip you got forty miles per gallon even though you spent more than
an hour at a crawling stop and go up the mountain in the congestion. The air
was on but part of the time the engine kicked on to recharge the battery then
the battery took over for a time. You were both quite surprised. – Amorella
1137 hours. I told Carol I’ll have to
mention this to Steve at the reunion picnic Saturday especially since when he
called last week he was asking about the mileage. Once a EE student, always an
EE student even if he was the head of the department. Steve has always been a
WYSIWYG person. Most of my friends are. In fact, I can’t think of any of my
long time male friends who are not. It is supposed to be in the nineties today.
We arrived home to the same weather we had in Florida. Shoot, Mason even has a
beach, though it is the water park, The Beach across from King’s Island.
Watching people walk by I see a young woman with a horizontal striped short
dress that looks exactly like one Carol had and wore in the States. In Brazil,
at least in Sao Paulo, the dress was considered a bit too short. I think she
wore it anyway. Carol was a rebel in her own way, particularly on women’s
rights, which Brazil did not have in those days, well, neither did the States
as far as that goes, but in the States the wife did not have to have the husband’s
permission to leave the country. Obvious, (back to) fashions come and go and
come back again. Carol always looked good in that dress. She still does look
good. We get along pretty well as an old married couple.
Early evening. You had brats and burgers,
salad, potato salad and watermelon for supper at Kim and Paul’s. At noon you
found Max and Erma’s closed so everyone headed to Olive Garden. Afterwards you
stopped over to see Uncle John, Heather and Becky at the Methodist Senior
Center in Dublin. Once at Kim and Paul’s you and Carol napped while Kim took
the boys to jujitsu. Paul was on call. It is cloudy like it is going to rain.
You are on the screened in back porch with a great view of the woods stretching
east to west as far as you can see about a hundred and fifty yards behind the
house. Post. – Amorella
1929 hours. It has been a good family
day for Carol and myself. I saw one deer earlier, now she and the others are no
doubt embedded. Paul had the grill going, Linda and Gayle were also here for
supper. I assume everyone is out to the side where the boys are playing
basketball. That was one great game last night, the first time Carol and I ever
watched a Cleveland Cavs game and they won the NBA championship for the first
time. Most cool. The last time I saw a Cleveland championship was in 1964 when
the Browns beat the Baltimore Colts at the Cleveland Municipal Stadium. If I remember
right Jim Shumaker, Craig Brelsford, Dave Short and Bob Clawson and myself were
at Jim’s grandfather’s apartment in north Westerville – might be faulty memory,
but we watched many of the Browns games there.
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