November 25, 2019. Madison, Mississippi. Messy.

Gladys travelled with us to real estate meetings. She worked in the Potomac office. She was short and a bit round, with a big bosom. To avoid making a mess on her clothes, she wore a fancy bib at meals. They were fancy and once she put them on, she appeared to just be wearing a dress. Ken and I noted her bibs and congratulated her on her good sense. Many years ago, Ken remembered Gladys and her bibs. In 2014, Ken was diagnosed with Parkinsons. His main problem was balance and stability but he also had a tremor in both arms. Also his left arm could not be raised up. As he was left handed and could not eat with his left hand, he was forced to0 eat with his right, which made him spill a lot of food. He was also fastidious with his clothes. His solution was to order lots of bibs and wear one at every meal. He would order a type of bib and not like them so he would order more. Eventually we hat lots and lots of bibs. We always kept on in the car for when we went to a restaurant. He did not care if the bib was fancy or not. He always word a bib. Last Thursday my BSF group went out to lunch together. I belong to a lively, interesting group so we had fun. I ate a chicken sandwich and a broccoli. After I finished eating, I looked down at my black vest to discover remnants of my food all down my chest. I brushed off my front but while I was doing it, my friend who was sitting beside me reached over and continued to clean me up. When I watcher her, it was clear that I had lettuce and other remnants of my lunch all across my vest. I just laughed and thanked her for her help. But on the way home, I did wonder that it might be time for me to use a big. But I decided against it. I do not really care if I have spots on my shirt. I actually can not see them, even with my reading glasses. I will just be more careful not to spill.