So, Carla, how many pair of gloves did you get?
I was happy to find my long black gloves tied around the hanger of my husband's tux--no need to turn the house upside down to find them!
I will be teaching two English/writing courses at a local college this semester(and just found out), so I've been going crazy developing the syllabus for each and FORGOT the 60 day marker until this morning when I caught up reading Disboards! Since I got laid off I've been piecing together employment doing contract work and, as oft occurs, ended up with three deadlines for three different jobs all this week, plus I'm supposed to be interviewed for a tv show about my racehorse rescue next week and have to prep for it. Of course, weeks went by earlier this summer with my scrapping for a few hours of work here and there. Oh well, I'm happy to have the work, even if one week it blasts like a firehose and the next week barely dribbbles.
Our local department stores are pretty much giving things away, as well, with 75% off sales on summer merchandise (great for fall cruisers!) The Christmas ornaments are already out in the Hallmark store. I have to laugh, because I distinctly remember growing up on Long Island about a hundred years ago when not a HINT of Christmas decor or merchandise came out until the day after Thanksgiving!
John and I bought tickets on eBay to go to the Jimmy Buffett concert here Thursday night (as a warm-up for Key West!). The eBay seller accidentally sent our tickets to someone else in Chicagoland who'd also won tickets, so we're trying to figure out if we can get them in time. I'll be disappointed if we can't go--we went last year and it was the wildest thing I've ever seen. I went to a Buffett concert during grad school, but it was in the Dean Dome at UNC-Chapel Hill--a huge, no-nonsense indoor place with no "lawn" seats. The stage was too far from everyone for the three-hour beachball volley game to occur. At the Tweeter Center, everyone spends the entirety of a Buffett concert standing in front of, not in, their expensive seats except during intermission. It is a non-stop party with inflatables flying around the whole time and lots of men dressed up in grass
skirts. The lawn area looks like Woodstock. Well, fingers crossed.
PS There's still time to get your black gloves, ladies!