Captain’s Log 5,994
It was cold here in southern California yesterday. Cold enough to hail like mad just north of San Diego. The beaches looked like this.
My Minnesota pals would have been so surprised!
We were surprised too. Very. I had my space heater going at top temperature in my office all day. And I was wearing layers. Yes, even in San Diego we layer. I came home, made a veggie turkey sandwich, and settled in for a few more episodes of Downton Abbey. Wrapped in a blanket. My kind of evening.
Maggie Smith and Shirley MacLaine as the dueling grannies from opposite sides of the pond. No banjo music, however.
We Yanks really don’t “get” the whole duke and duchess and earl stuff, but we can still enjoy this very entertaining drama. Titles really don’t mean squat to us. And the whole lineage think about being an heir? I cannot begin to comprehend it.
The park has a sort of dowager figure. She is very powerful. She is very proper. And for some reason I cannot begin to fathom, she really likes me. We hosted a meeting yesterday and she attended. She always seeks me out and has something nice to say.
She is giving a lecture in a few weeks about her historical home. She invited me to attend, so of course I will go. Life is all about relationships.