The rose-colored sunset is gone, and the world is dark. My friend Larry is on the wraparound porch, conversing with a friend whose call he needed to return. Jazz is playing; Larry and I have returned from a lovely dinner at Flammerie, an amazing restaurant in Kinderhook, where I had the bratwurst of the day [Oh My God!!!] after an amazing soup with layers of flavor, including pickled onions.
It has been a day of organizing; throwing things away and finding what is needed for the summer. I thought I had no khaki pants; turns out I have twelve pair. I thought I was short of t-shirts, black, that’s my color now. I have fourteen, at least.
The truth is, I don’t track what I have. Never have. It was a joke one time in my life that every time I went to the grocery store, I came back with ketchup because I didn’t think I had any. When I had twelve bottles, it finally occurred to me I needed no more ketchup, for a long time.
So, what I am doing is sorting things out to find out what I actually have. It’s fun and frustrating and amusing. Because almost everything is done electronically, I had no idea until today what I had done with my checkbooks. They are now discovered, even if I don’t use them again.
I have more sweaters than I realized. More of some things I thought I had lots of and less of things I thought I had lots of – whatever happened to all those white socks? This is my time of finding out.
And, soon, I will be headed to the Vineyard.
Letter from the Vineyard 
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