When I got up, I was
surprised to find it was after 8 and I never heard the alarm. I
swished and read e-mail. I exercised, juiced, and showered. Two
Jehovah Witnesses got me out of the shower by ringing the doorbell.
They could tell by the towel I was wearing that this was not the time
and they left. I got dressed, and looked up the restaurant menu
online. I decided to order the lamb. I was going to clean the
juicer, but Faye skyped me. Then I put on my coat and walked to
Chris' car. The thought that the front door wasn't locked came to me
and I walked up the sidewalk to check. It wasn't, and I could see
the JW ladies visiting a neighbor across the street. I drove to
post. I stood in full view of the parking lot to wait for Mr.
Connolly. He and his wife came by to pick me up, and we went to
Bridgestreet. We met Mr. McCord and his wife at Connors. We
ordered and talked. I left for a moment to go to the bathroom.
Rowena sympathized with me on having to drive stickshift. Then the
conversation turned to travel and kids. After we had our fill of
food and chat, we put on our coats to leave. Outside we ran into
someone from work. It was freezing outside but the men seemed not to
notice. On the way back to the car, we met Santa. So Mr. Connolly
took a pic of his wife and me standing with Santa. I think Santa
enjoyed the extra body heat. He had a beautiful costume, but I doubt
he was warm enough. Then they dropped me off in the commissary
parking lot. I drove myself home. I had some sweet potato casserole
as dessert and took my supplements. I checked e-mail, and saw a
message from Dad on my phone. It must have rung while I was in the
bathroom at the restaurant. I called him back. I researched
cinnamon oil and placed a Swansons order and cleaned the juicer.
Walter came by to pick up his pants and gave me a $10 bill. I
practiced my trombone. I cleaned the bathroom. I was listening to
an audio when Darren came by to change the lightbulb over the stairs.
I asked him about the outlet in the basement bathroom. He fixed
that one with some new screws. After he left, I put a hold on the
mail for my trip. I opened the present under the tree. I thought it
was fabric and I was right – a set of sheets. I got out the
suitcase from the garage with every intention of packing it. I took
two baskets of laundry down to the basement and put one in the
washer. I watched videos on gardening as a subversive activity. I
changed loads of laundry. I watched the Smarter in 7 minutes video.
I haven't seen it in three weeks because it was on my laptop. I read
and cleared more e-mail. I tapped on all the balls I am trying to
juggle and dropping. I pulled out the dry clothes and put in wet
clothes. I ironed the one piece of fabric. I went upstairs to find
out that Chris had called and gone to bed. While waiting for the
second load to dry, I tapped a little more, and wrote up my blog
notes for the day.
* This lady is showing the mat she is crocheting with plastic bags for the homeless *
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