Labor Day. We always seem to arrive places on weekends or holidays, when everything's closed. But at least I was able to contact my classmate Virginia Arnold and my childhood friend Marilyn Blake on the phone. Virginia's going to contact some of the others from our class and arrange a get-together for lunch tomorrow. She wants me to call her back around five.
Marilyn was very glad to hear from me. I told her what our plans are and that I'd have plenty of time to visit her when Roy's in California. She wants to meet Roy, too, so I told her I'd be sure she got to meet him when he returns.
Roy and I planned on taking the bus into Providence today to see the places I used to live and my old school and the Dorr Mansion where Aunty Margarethe lived. We walked up to Main Street, looking for a bus stop. Didn't see one, but some people told us it stopped in front of the hotel, but they didn't know if it ran today. We waited in front of the hotel, and I tried to phone for information but kept getting busy signals. Finally, we decided to walk to the super market. Someone had told me the bus stops there. When we were almost to the market, a couple of women showed us where the bus stop was, but they didn't think it ran on holidays. We sat at the stop for an hour, but no bus came, so I tried phoning again. This time I got through and found out the bus from East Greenwich doesn't run today.
We ate lunch at a busy ice cream parlor/luncheonette. Then we bought a few groceries and returned to the boat. I took a shower and washed my hair. Then Roy took a shower, and I worked on the log.
At five, I phoned Virginia. She lives in Greene, which isn't far from here, and she knows where this marina is. She'll pick me up tomorrow at 11:30, and we'll go some place for lunch. Connie Allen will be with us, too, and Ginny will try to get someone else. She said to bring my swimsuit, so it sounds as if I'll be busy most of the afternoon. Roy's going to ride his bike while I'm gone. He's looking forward to that. His knee has stopped hurting and seems to be fine, thank goodness.
There's a leak somewhere on the boat that's been getting worse. It only leaks when we're moving, not when we're tied to a dock. Roy adjusted the packing gland, and that seemed to help some but not enough. He'll keep looking until he finds the source.
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