Henry stops being an only either tonight or tomorrow. The day depends on whether my friend can come and feed Henry and let him outside as I’ll be gone a while. I will pick up our new family members either after my aunt’s wake tonight or the funeral tomorrow. I have no idea what the cats look like, but I do know they don’t like fish. I just hope they’ll be happy to have a human more than once a day. They have been alone for a month and a half. The guest room is ready for them, which seems wonderfully appropriate. There is a gate to keep Henry out, but the gate has a small opening so the cats can come and go. I hope they do.
Yesterday was a weird weather day. It was cloudy then it rained then the sun came out then the clouds rolled back in and covered the sky. Today is another dark, damp and cloudy day. Thunderstorms are predicted.
I had to wear black Loafers as part of my high school uniform. I also had to wear nylons. Panty hose wasn’t around then or wasn’t common. I don’t know which. The worst was the garter belt. Clips extended off elastics. If I didn’t connect the clips to the tops of the nylons correctly, the clip would whack my leg. It hurt. My mother used to say pain for beauty.
My loafers were penny loafers, but instead of a penny, I used to put a dime in the small opening at the center of each shoe. That was emergency money in case I ever needed to make a phone call.
When I was in Ghana, I had to wear dresses every day. Within the first year, most of my wardrobe was new, made in Ghana. The cloth was beautiful, and the seamstress didn’t charge much. On my three trips back to Ghana, I always bought cloth. I found a seamstress in the Bolga market who sewed the cloth for me. She made Christmas presents, placemats and napkins, a tablecloth and a couple of shirts. Those are my favorite souvenirs.