Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

This is shaping up to be an Edgar Allen Poe kind of day, with wind, dark skies, and drizzle.  I'm hoping my grandson will be here later.  He's been sick and his parents have stayed home with him.  I have enjoyed breaking the routine, but now I miss him.  It's amazing how attached I've gotten to all the grandchildren.  It's as if I carry them with me everywhere.  My friend and I went out to lunch yesterday, then I followed her around like a puppy while she bought a covering for a window, then talked to a business about new french doors.  We also wandered in a crazy dress shop I like, very seventies and hippie oriented,  but found nothing for our short bodies.  Every jacket and top was too much, too much material, too much embroidery, too much sleeve.  I love flamboyance but look better in severely tailored clothes.  Same with my friend.  And our partners are both a foot taller.  I told her how we didn't "match" with them, but she dismissed my theory.  We're friends like that - we say what we think.  No persona anymore, just the unvarnished us as we are.