We were up reasonably early and worked in the office, getting the last of our tax materials for next week. Wewill see the man and get the bad news.
A day without coffee is like… Just kidding. I have no idea. Sometimes, I think my birthstone is a coffee bean.
At 11:15 a.m., he headed to the Elks for Girls’ Night Out. We had so much fun that I didn’t even take a picture! We arranged for a large table for Easter and St. Patrick’s Day. The gang will join forces.
We got a flyer from Old Ranch about their Hawaiian Night this evening, and we got reservations for Irene, Vick & Jim, James, and us. We had a delightful dinner and regaled the table with stories of yesteryear.
James shared his childhood memories of growing up in Colton, where he and his friends used to jump freight trains during their junior high school days. One time, they even went as far as Salt Lake City. However, they were not always lucky and were sometimes caught, resulting in arrests. James also mentioned how his dad was displeased when they had to pick them up. He even recalled living in a tent in 1944 when they came out to California for his asthma condition.
We all found it amusing when his parents decided to visit Phoenix, a place known for its relief for asthma patients. However, only the father bought a train ticket to explore this new place. Upon reaching there in August, he realized the temperature was 115 degrees, so he bought another ticket and ended up in an orange grove in Colton.
Jim and James worked on construction projects and had much to share. Irene was decorated for the evening. Of course, Vicky had many stories to share about growing up.
There was quite a Hawai’ian spread this evening, and we all dug into the various items.
It was an excellent evening, and James mentioned he needed to get out more often. I understood what he meant because that’s how Girls’ Night Out started after Sue’s passing.
We returned home around 8:00 p.m. and watched a movie before crashing. We were watching an Irish film to prepare for St. Patrick’s Day.