Sunday, 24 November 2019

On Friday, I turned around at the bridge and came back for my
windbreaker.

I found a map to Leesburg in the notebook pocket. I haven't been
there in months -- mainly because my name appears to have been dropped
from the mailing list that tells me whether or not it's worth the
trip. Or perhaps they discontinued the mailing list.

(So I duck-ducked the web site, found a place to sign up for the
mailing list, and got a confirmation e-mail. I won't know until
Wednesday whether it worked -- and if I don't get an e-mail the day
before Thanksgiving, that doesn't necessarily mean I'm not on the
list.)

I mapped out a seventeen-mile ride for Friday, but got a late start
and wasn't sure I'd make it before curfew, not to mention that the
first place to eat along the way is only a couple of miles from home.
Lunch at three or four does not appeal. As it was, it was after one
when I got to Culver's. I was impressed by their reuben on my
previous visit, so I bought another, and was underwhelmed. I think
what impressed me on the first trip was that it actually *was* a
reuben. McAllister's serves a very nice corned-beef on rye, but it
doesn't even think about being a reuben, despite being advertised as a
"reuben" on the menu.

Back to the advancing fall:

The silk dupiona scarf is still enough. I thought it was a yard
square, but I just measured it and it's an inch shy of a meter. I
fold it four layers thick.

Then I looked on my scarf hanger and the lambswool ear warmer I plan
to wear under it later in the season isn't there. This upsets me; I
have other wool scarves, but I've had that one since I was young
enough to tie it under my chin instead of pinning it, and its
bright-red color once saved me from lying in a ditch for several
hours.

I hope it's in a mending basket somewhere.

Or I may have put it into a cedar chest.

--
Joy Beeson
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