Pluralism

There is no need to explain pluralism to Ruby. She just returned from a restaurant, sitting at a table full people happily chatting in Japanese while the music of a mariachi band played overhead and a waiter name Lupe' took her order. She asked herself a couple of times "Am I at home in Bywater?"

It was the cherry on top of a hot-fudge sundae kind of day. It started early when she picked up Bramblerose for their quilt block class. They are starting a new quilt, 12 blocks, Bramblerose and Ruby chose the bright fabrics, and Ruby picked out the retro fabrics for "Daisy" because she knew she liked them. This year the class has two sessions, a Friday evening one and a Saturday one. Bramblerose and Ruby determined that they would be coming to the Friday evening ones "mostly", although when Ruby reviewed her calendar, she realized it would be Saturday at least for the next two months.

Bramblerose and Ruby then went out for breakfast, and then Ruby brought her to her cottage for a while, to have her look through some clothes she was preparing to give away, to see if she found anything she would like. They watched TV while she sorted through the stack. Ruby then took her back home.

That evening Ruby was scheduled to go bowling with the Japanese. It had been many, many years since she had touched a bowling ball! There was an adventure determining what size shoes the people should rent, it turns out that Japanese sizes are different than the sizes of this country. So with some guessing and switching, the Japanese were properly shod for bowling, and the games began! They were full of spirit and had a lot of fun. Ruby need not have worried about her bowling, it turned out that everyone's skill level was approximately the same... shoddy!

When bowling was over they invited Ruby and "Daisy" to dinner. They chose the restaurant. The Mexican restaurant near the bowling alley. "Daisy" made sure they tried the "Ramos Rita" . If they were depressed about their bowling score, the "Ramos Rita" would be sure to help them forget about it. She also told the waiter that it was the birthday of a gentleman in the group (although it was not). He was very surprised and laughed very hard when they entire staff came to him with a huge sombrero and sang happy birthday to him in Spanish.

It was the end of another, very memorable day.