My mother frequently talks about wanting a RED convertible. I’ve heard this story for years. Something small, bright red, and driven by a handsome man.
At exercise today the Dragon Lady asked if the weather didn’t make you want to go driving in a convertible, and a sizable portion of the class said “NO!” But, Elegante Mother said yes.
The youngest member of the class had a suggestion for me. She asked why we didn’t consider renting a red convertible to drive Mother to brunch on Mother’s Day. What a fabulous idea! I’m going to talk it over with Dear Husband tonight and see if I can reserve one right away.

I’ve talked about the fact that Elegante Mother and I go to an exercise class three days a week. I love the woman who leads us through the routines, even when I have a day when I’d rather stay in bed.
When our Dragon Lady first came to us, we were quiet and well behaved. That lasted a whole three months. She thought we hated her. Gradually the class began to talk with each other (during class), resuming the semi-rowdiness and friendship that had characterized the class before DL joined us.
The oddest thing happened today. We have a new member. The class is supposed to be limited to 40 people, but they have overbooked it by 5 at least, for this session. The new member took her place toward the back (the front positions are coveted, as are the ones all the way to the back). Class started and the noise level was unusually high, and during the warm up, we heard the new member’s voice boom out, “Talking is incredibly RUDE!!”

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