First Friday

It is very cold and droopy in Port Aransas. No one delivered the newspapers to the island this morning. The bridge to and from Corpus Christie is closed til further notice. The sound of morning tv drifts throughout the complex accompanied by the soft steady sound of freezing rain hitting the pavement and bouncing off the palms.

Today is made for mindless tv, a second pot of coffee and Pepperridge Farm’s Gingerman cookies, the kind with the chunky sugar on the top. Today is made for a bubble bath and a manicure and practicing eye make-up. Today is made for creative cooking with chicken, mushrooms and white wine. Today is made for reading new magazines and watching decorator shows.

I have no idea what Sig is going to do all day.