I really haven't done anything all weekend. Four days of yawning nothingness. And I feel a little guilty about that ... Like I should have done more, or at least wanted to do more. But that's not the fact of it. If I could take Tuesday off to just hang out around the house, reading and watching bad TV and farting around on the internet, I would. Gladly.
But here are some highlights of my four days:
• I am healthy. My doctor says so, and Transamerica Insurance thinks I'm a good bet to make it at least a few more years, as they approved my application for a 20-year level-term policy. So I got that going for me.
• I remembered to rotate my mattress. When you have a foam/pillow top, you're supposed to rotate it, not flip it, four times a year. This was my autumnal rotation.
• Four for $25! Sunglasses were on sale at Kohl's! I actually got four pairs for what I expected to pay for one! Must remember this for next Labor Day, as I was told they traditionally clear out their summer stock for the new fall looks this weekend. For I love sunglasses, but I'm very hard on them -- I either break them or scratch them or leave them on the el.
• Pat Hughes. Listening to games is such a joy because the radio voice of the Chicago Cubs is so completely awesome.
• Hot fudge sundae. There's a tiny seasonal ice cream shop on the other side of town. I realized that summer was over and I hadn't stopped by. And so I did.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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I will also call my weekend a success--instead of napping, I cleaned out my sock drawer. One of those chores that gets put at the bottom of the bottom of the task list.
ReplyDeleteAnd unloading my car meant hauling in all the crap I bought on my whirlwind trip to Central Maine. I did bulk shopping for paper goods.