If It's WPAC, it Must Be Eating!

 Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, vol 1 p. 558
174.1 miles

cold in the mornings, sunny and breezy

 

366 recordings of 28 types, 60 old SVU. 19% clear.

 

Saturday morning I went to breakfast with WPAC. Some other group was sitting at our tables so we went into surrounding booths to wait.  I sat with a Michael, who is new. I asked how long he'd been with WPAC and he said he was starting because his Match.com lady and he had ended their relationship, so he was looking for others. Ick. I know the guys are more likely to hook up immediately, but WPAC is not a dating service.  And, as it turned out, his wife only died about a year ago, so he's been on the prowl far too soon. When we got over to the table he was talking to others about Match.com and other dating services. I started conversing with a couple of ladies, one of whom, sadly, is moving to Southern California on Wednesday. 

 

Home to veg out until I decided to go to Mass to leave me time to water properly on Sunday.

 

Which I did, also a totally fruitless session with the jigsaw puzzle.  SO frustrating!

 

Monday I walked down to deposit a check and look for a geocache. The walk-up ATM was out of order. I went on a little farther to look for a geocache. It's tricky, one with lots of keys. I thought I'd figured one lock out but it only turned a quarter turn. I thought maybe the lock was broken, but now the cache owner assures me the key I chose was NOT the right one. OK then, I'll try again soon.

 

So the walk was fruitless except for being a walk. I drove back to the area for a WPAC Newcomers' Dinner, and deposited the check along the way. The receipt indicated I had less money in there than I'd thought. I checked today and yes indeed, I'd somehow had 6+5 = 13. Oops. At the dinner I sat with a number of new people. One lives about 3 blocks away, so I'll likely see him around the neighborhood.