Post-Henri Errands

This open drapey robe would be suitable for a tall thin woman. Not me, in other words. I didn’t wear it on our bank errand yesterday because there are times when I feel that I ought to be semi-presentable.

We closed our Eastern account and moved the money to BOA, an institution seemingly committed to anti-service. Whaddya gonna do? I swear, though, if they make more of a stink about yesterday’s deposit, we’ll go in there and close THAT account and go back to Eastern. If your check blah blah. No charge if blah blah. DO YOU WANT OUR MONEY OR NOT?! Vengeance banking — it could be a thing.

We also went to the mall. I bought bath bombs and two disks of shampoo and conditioner (the reward mentioned two days ago). I was dumb struck when the cherubic curly-haired clerk asked me what I wanted from my conditioner. Ummm. My hair was a day-late for washing and haphazardly pulled on top of my head with a pair of clips. Do I look like I care?

K and I laughed in the car. You should have told her you do better with multiple choice. He’d seen me nodding with relief when she’d offered, “Add more volume?”

Meanwhile, the rain that I’d heard was pounding west of Boston seemed to be headed our way. The sky offered up a spectacular display.

That was Tuesday. Already, it’s Wednesday. We took another dunk at the lake. Hardly anyone was there, which was nice.