Yesterday, Memorial Day was a good day with Yvette. We went for a ride with Lucy (our housekeeper) and Kayla, her 8 mo. old baby. Y said little except to admire the trees. I planned to visit the 2 previous places we had lived but got lost on my way to Pickwick Plaza. I think it has been demolished and the property taken over by Grocer's Supply. As we neared the place, Y broke her silence, "We used to live near here!" Then to 4723 Arvilla the 1st house we lived in. Y was quiet, had nothing to say as I pointed out the house and the jungle of trees and plants so dense that we could just barely see the front door. Then at a leisurely pace until a phone call from Flora, the helper for 2---10pm telling us that we were late. Y commented,
She's going to be mad at you," then became silent.
Ten minutes late to home & then ice cream for all. Y got Rocky Road, her favorite. She ate it all, then giggled watching Kayla grimace as she tasted cold ice cream, then licked her lips at the taste. Y thanked me for a "lovely time."