One day as I stepped out of the shower*, my pearls slipped from around my neck to the bathroom floor.
After nearly 30 years of dedicated service, the string of pearls John gave me for my 30th birthday** had broken. It was time to get them restrung, but it’s times like this when you realize some of the drawbacks in living somewhere quite as Hootervillian as Hooterville.
I tried a couple of places and they couldn’t do it. I was beginning to consider Fed Exing the pearls to John in Civilization to see if he could get them restrung when I suddenly remembered our old family friend Chris, who has a jewelry shop in the Village. I texted him and he said that he and/or his wife could restring the pearls and add a new clasp.
So after work one day, I stopped by with my broken pearls. The shop is right above the bookstore, so the view is quite lovely:
and The Great Catsby occasionally deigns to pay a visit, bask in the sun, and allow himself to be admired.
It was great to see Chris again and catch up with each other’s news. We reminisced about the long ago days when my brother had croquet parties at his house and Jed the Wonder Dog was still with us. I realize we have known each other quite a long time.
So I left the pearls in good hands and headed home to the kitties, who were waiting for their treats and pets. Sadly for them, I am as bad a cat maid as I would have been a mother, because I fed them and then heartlessly vanished again.
Our favorite seaside bar was about to close for a month, so Megan and I decided that we should squeeze in another drink or two there while we could. We were warmly greeted by the wonderful bartender, and it was a beautiful sunset:
made all the more beautiful by the addition of a lavender lemon drop:
We are so lucky to have such a wonderful place right in our backyard.
*Pearls enjoy being worn in the shower. It’s good for their luster.
**And to think I thought I was old then! Also, John had good taste in jewelry. I still wear a lot of the pieces he gave me over the 15 years of our marriage. Like the fabulous Zsa Zsa, I lost the guy but kept the bling.
A YEAR AGO: The terrible wildfires were blazing. It was a terrifying time.
FIVE YEARS AGO: An adventurous trip to the vet with the Imperious Audrey. Is there any other kind?
TEN YEARS AGO: Back to reality after the glamorous joys of staying at a grand hotel in Pasadena.