What to do, what to do?
Lois discusses planning and foot fetishes.
You would love it here. No one insists that you do anything. Day is spent getting up late, finding a suitable breakfast cafe, returning to apt, laying at the pool reading, swimming, returning to apt for a nap, shower and dinner upon return from dinner, watching TV on the wonderful Sling thing and discussing what we might (but never do) the next day. Daddy is in the pool shoutihg for me to join him. My day’s only activity. We are wondering how to use the city bus system (we have wondered this for 3 years). Think exact change is needed and cannot locate coins (a great shortage of coins in BA) Then we would have to figure out where to go and which bus would take us there. I think we’ll wait ‘till next year. BTW Dad has the lovliest legs that end in grotesque toes. He got some wool from a black sock caught in a toenail and had me believing that hair was growing out of his toe and he was turning into a werewolf. Until I finally realized what had happened, divorce was a definite option. That is the major news!
