I’ve had two high-point days, and the other days were pretty much equal mixes of paperwork, looking things up on the internet, webinars and consult calls, ebaying, afternoon movies, and trying (unsuccessfully) to eradicate ants and keep the kitchen sink drain unglogged. It was a hell of a week at sea, sir!

The weather was really lovely all week

The two high-point days were:

Sunday Funday: An actual Sunday Funday! I saw a group of friends that has been scattered far and wide for a few years…but some sort of magical magic brought us all back to the Island at the same time and we met for a catch-up brunch. I was so pleased to see and hear that everyone and their families are doing well, life seems good. I’m grateful and happy for them.

SunDAY was actually more like SunMORNING and afterwards I had the time to go to THE MARKET. That’s a big occasion here these days. I had dinner dance overtime money so I went a little large. I do prepare more food at home when I’m on vacation so it was nice to have the luxury of an “extra” grocery budget.

But sometimes I go rogue

Errand Day: One day I set the alarm early, like earlier than I typically get up for work (!) so I could get a headstart on a day’s worth of appointments and errands. In between stops I went into Trader Joe’s cuz I needed to stock up on my favorite soap and face moisturizer. Sigh.

What I went in for…

…what I came out with

Generally, I despise errand days. Too much in-and-out of the car, annoying parking, ugh. I loved erranding when I was younger and first dating my ex-husband – I might have shared this story before. I was working part-time for a vet, helping take care of his 6 polo ponies. So mornings started early and I’d feed, water, muck, exercise, and turn out the six horses…and by done by 11am (boy, those were the days). Ex would come pick me up and he always had errands to run – the gun store, his grandparents’ house to perform surgery on the cesspool, his step-father’s roofing company where he worked part-time, the bar where he worked nights to pick-up his pay, there were just always things. But the best was when the errands were done by the early afternoon, we’d go to the deli and each get a sandwich, side salad, chips, dessert, and a drink (then that cost like $9 each, now that’s like $37), and if it was a nice day we’d go to a park near the barn where I worked, we’d lay out the blanket and have a deli picnic lunch, then lay in the sun and sometimes doze off. It was so…peaceful. There was nowhere else we had to be and nothing else we had to do…it was lovely, and I have really nice memories of those days.

How I Feel These Days…

And now it’s Sunday. I’m off tomorrow for Memorial Day. I might try and get myself to leave the abode and be out in the world for a bit, but…probably not. I’ll see something here that needs to be done: that stack of papers and folders and notebooks needs to be gone through and organized…there’s still a small mountain of boxes holding photographs and slides that need to be gone through…the jewelry is not going to sort itself…there’s boxes of donation stuff to be loaded into the car…and the  list    just        keeps                going. So we’ll see. But at least it’s a day at home…by myself…alone…which is always the best part of vacation for me.

Til next time….