At this time I have picked the outfit I’m posting to wear to the event I will be attending this Saturday. Without the accessories being added, I do have them picked out to wear with this outfit. The lace top may be changed to a low cut body-style tank, with a long, open front, tunic. I may post the outfit I chose when it actually gets put on my body. Don’t be surprised if nothing looks familiar. I have to be in the mood to keep my intentions. I want to be comfortable, and these high heel boots don’t look too assuring. I may change to a grey pair that is more safe to walk in. I hate to disappoint the beige ones that I debated on purchasing for several days, but I may have to make them wait awhile. The large church sanctuary where we will be meeting requires many steps to enter and be seated. Then the dinning area is at the end of a very long, wide hallway, and I am not quite confident enough to risk the long walk in those high heel boots. In my younger years I wouldn’t have given it a second thought. I wore high heels to work all the time. But now something keeps reminding me that I am not as young as I used to be. Just how brave I will be Saturday, I have to wait and see.
I will be doing a lot of house cleaning today. I changed all my sheets yesterday, because I don’t know how much company I will have for the week-end. I have three beds, and they’re all ready to crawl into. I have the entire week-end scheduled for eating out, so I won’t be doing much cooking, except for snacks in between events. All day Saturday we will be at the church event. Then Saturday night we will attend the Widowed Club dinner. Sunday we will be taking in the annual Thanksgiving, turkey dinner at the Catholic church. Then my friends will be leaving. The following week I will be on a low carb diet, which I possible will feel sorry for myself after gorging on delicious foods all week-end. I can’t party every day, although I would like to.
I have been able, through all this excitement, to dismiss myself from a lot of worry about the condition of our world. I really needed a break from the awful, escalating murders taking place all over the world. America seems to be the most risky, dangerous place now for killings in places never thought possible. We are finding out more every day just who our worst enemies are, and it isn’t someone overseas. That’s what’s so scary about the whole thing. It looks like at least one half of the American citizens are proving out to be her worst enemies. “Back stabbers,” they are called. What do we do now? Our only hope is in God. He will never leave us nor forsake us. Just tighten your seatbelts.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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