Poconos

So the Poconos are not as boring as I thought. We got some entertainment on the bus ride up when the woman in front of us kept talking loudly on her Betty Boop phone. Some guy turned around and rudely told her to shut up. "Do I have to listen to your conversation for the whole ride?" he said. She ignored him and kept talking about dialysis and such. Finally he said, "Should we all give her a hard time?" and the other passengers attacked her! (Verbally, of course.) It reminded me of a ritual stoning. The Lottery by Shirley Jackson, all over again. She said to the hecklers, "Take your heart medication when you have a heart attack."

Then, across the way, D pointed out a woman who was caressing eggs from an egg carton. Finally she cracked one and we all held our breath! Was she going to eat a raw egg? No, it was hard boiled. Bummer.

I played tennis with D's father, with D behind me as backup. I haven't played tennis since I was 10. I enjoyed it more than I did back then.

D took a funny picture of me at the supermarket. I'll put it up later - his cell/camera phone has no connection up here. It was oddly clear for a camera phone picture - maybe it will be my new profile picture.

Happy Labor Day, everyone.