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Interesting Sunday

Because it was warm yesterday I wore a dress to Sunday mass. Afterwards my friend Janet and I went for our usual coffee which we both really enjoy. She lives alone and I know that it's a nice little bright spot in her Sunday. It is for me as well.

Later I drove to that super mall north of the city I sometimes frequent and did some window shopping and had lunch. The girls at the lunch counter know me and always chat and ask me how I am doing.

After having finished my browsing I stopped for a cappuccino and two very friendly older francophone ladies sat down next to me and started conversing. They were really lovely and told me how tired they were from walking around from store to store. They asked how I was able to find the mall without getting lost which made me chuckle but I completely understood since some of the turns can be tricky if you've never been there before.

Before I left, Patricia texted me and asked if I could go with her to a fabricator next Friday and I agreed since I was having my car serviced and was off for the day anyway. She asked if I could go corporate so we will both dress professionally. I plan to go with a blouse, jacket and skirt and a pair of black heels.

After getting home, removing most of my makeup (thank you laser) and having a light bite I got into a T-shirt, shorts and ballet flats and went for a nice walk in my area. I stopped at a small grocer and bought an ice cream which I consumed on the way home. When I got there the young renter who lives above my next door neighbor was outside smoking. We had never met so I introduced myself and now he knows the lady who lives downstairs.

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