Today is the prettiest day. It is warm and sunny at 73°. Days like today are the best of fall. Last night it rained. I didn’t know at first as the rain was quiet. It was Henry’s wet coat which had me check outside the back door. I turned on the light. The drops were so small I could barely see them. Later, though, the rain got heavy enough to be heard. That’s when I went to bed.

My reunion was great fun. I wandered and mingled. The years have been kind. I recognized so many of my classmates. We caught up a bit, 60 years of history. We ordered off the menu. I went with the iconic fish and chips. My meal was delicious. I even had a drink or two. It has been a long while since my last social event, since I last had to choose what to wear. I even polished my earrings. I was sort of dressed to the nines. It was quite the event.

When I was a kid, I had to wear a uniform to school and a dress or skirt to church. I didn’t complain. That was just the way it was. Even in college, I had to wear a skirt or dress. Mostly I wore skirts. In my second year, the rule was changed. It was the weather. The winter was especially cold. We never went back to the earlier dress code. In Ghana, I had to wear dresses. I brought skirts and dresses with me but mostly I had dresses made. My next door neighbor was my seamstress. All the dresses were made using Ghanaian cloth. When I went back to Ghana so many years later, I could wear pants, but I did bring a summer dress just in case. In Bolga, I bought cloth in the market and went to a seamstress to have a few blouses made. My students gave me a dress. All my new clothes were made with Ghanaian cloth. I even had a tablecloth and napkins sewn. I love using them to dress my table.

My dance card for the week is uke: practice, a lesson and one concert. A few chores are on my to do list. I need to clean upstairs. It has been neglected. That is on the top of the list. I have stuff needing to go down the cellar. They are leaning against the cellar door waiting. I haven’t taken them downstairs as I was afraid to tackle those stairs, but I think I can now. Famous last words!

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