TrumpetVine of Trill

I was feeling pretty good about the day until the last two hours . . . which will be explained in a minute. Got up too early, staggered around the place looking for the various bits of my planned outfit, which I'd been too tired to assemble last night. I'd been tempted not to dress up after all, because it was freezing COLD again, and things like silk and rayon are not warm. Not to mention a better quality of shoes and the thin socks that go with them. However, there was a little bit of sunshine, and I decided to bite the bullet and make myself presentable. The Sparrowhawk and I were both cleaned up and dressed up and out the door with various additional bits and pieces before 9:30, and at Mother's door by 11:30.

I'd estimated half an hour to get from her place over to the building where the buffet was, a distance that takes five minutes or less in the car. I hadn't allowed enough time for her to greet friends in the hall. I brought the car around and waited for a long time, wondering what happened! Finally the Sparrowhawk appeared, gently ushering her onward, and we got her into the car, and then out of the car again to meet Deb and the Prussian for our festive dinner. The corsage of purple orchids looked really great with her outfit, and she really enjoyed it, and felt special, which was my objective, so yay.

And now I'm going to put the rest of this travelogue behind a cut so as not to take up too much space. If you read on, you will be rewarded with one of my father's sayings that I hadn't heard before. I couldn't laugh as much as I wanted to at the time, but I'm laughing now . . . .
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