Handwriting on the wall.
About 50 of us, and Vin got a traveling violinist, who strolled the room bare-legged and beautiful, sawing away at her violin.
We had carolers, covered head to toe in formal green & red gowns & tuxedoes of another era.
And he brought in a lady who read handwriting. A graphologist. Vin and I waited until everyone else had seen her. She said I should
write a book about ‘thank you’s’ and that June of next year will be my time.
I promised I’d write her a “TY” and did so tonight.
I’m also sending a copy of it to her boss, so he knows what a delightful addition to the party she was.