A few observations.

It’s Monday night, and Jason and I just got back from that infamous Tailor shop, JC Penne’ where we got our suits for Jason’s big day. It has been a while since I bothered buying a suit, and Jason can’t get married in an old suit, can he?

Anyway, the little Indian guy working by himself was more than helpful, bouncing between 4 sets of customers. It is amazing that neither of our suits needed any alteration whatsoever. While neither of us will be mistaken for Ashton Kutcher, we looked good! I don’t understand when they changed how they measured the suit sizes. It’s been a while, but my suits have all been in the 46 - 48L, depending on the cut. The same size suit now is a 52R! I guess it’s another trick to make you thinking your getting more for the money.

Jess’ Graduation Party on Sunday went very well. The turnout was better than we thought because of the weather. Linda and Jess were competing in the punch consumption contest. I think Jess won, because Linda went to bed not long after the last guest left, and Jess went with Jason’s gang and was enjoying a Hot Tub for a few hours more.

I’ve noticed that I’ve been more observant in my retirement. During the funeral service at the church on Saturday I observed a brown string on the right buttock of the lady in the row in front of me. I wasn’t staring, mind you, but whenever we stood up to pray or sing, it was right there! It really stood out as it was a lite color on dark grey pants. I wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette would be. We had been introduced briefly, but I couldn’t remember her name. Should I just reach down and remove it? I might be able to pick it off nonchalantly, but it would required a major lean forward. What if it required a more substantial grab? A slap before I could explain would be the probable outcome, let alone how to explain it to Linda. A tap on the shoulder? Not in the middle of the service. I played it safe, and didn’t do anything, but I’m feeling guilty. What if she wears the pants again, without sending them to the cleaners. She may become the butt of a joke and it will be my fault.

I also am not a fan of the Radford family cemetary in Glen Burnie. The last time Linda, Jess and I went to visit her parents, we were all over the place and couldn’t find the gravesite! The hearse driver had that same problem Saturday, he drove around the cemetary for a while with all the cars in tow before he finally decided to stop and ask directions. Apparently the cemetary people didn’t know either, because we ended up in a new building where they had the final service.

I’m just kidding about the last part, it was an outstanding service and the shelter was much more comfortable that going to the actual grave site. We still don’t know where the gravesite actually is though. I guess when the weather breaks.