I don’t know…it struck me tonight as I dragged my butt in the door at 6:15 p.m…."What do other people do?"
‘They’ seem SO put-together and SO calm. ‘They’ seem to have lives well-organized, along with investments. I headed out from a full day of teaching to the bottle recyle depot. Do ‘they’ recycle?
I was riding on ‘E’, so stopped and filled-up at the gas station…fuel is presently 86.5, not bad although I noticed on the way to my recent hike, that it is only 80.5 in Okotoks.
I picked up and dropped off more drycleaning and was surprised to notice how much it cost. Do ‘they’ iron up their going-out-for-special-occasion-clothes? And WHEN do they find the time? Perhaps I should buy myself a ‘real’ ironing board instead of one of those fold-out jobbies for the kitchen table. Do ‘they’ have a mate who routinely fills the tank? or is it just another bone-of-contention? I never have an argument about ‘who’ fills up the tank.
I broke up a few boxes for the recycle pick-up tomorrow. I thought I was becoming the real ‘liberated single parent’ when I stopped lugging it all over to the green boxes and decided on curb-side. It means I ONLY have to rinse out the cans and milk cartons…break up the boxes…and sort for my teeny boxes in the basement.
I went and exchanged the ballet tickets that I had purchased for my daughter as a brilliant surprise, just to find that she was booked into a ‘firm’ date for the very same night. I stood at the wicket and begged…I never imagined myself making the purchase of ballet tickets…just the two of us.
At the same time I remember picking up tickets for my son and I…Xavier Rudd…an extremely over-the-top-musician out of Australia. I imagined that he was a percussionist that my son would be ‘freaked’ about seeing! Two days after sharing the tickets, he asked if he could share the ticket with his lady-friend. I said, ‘yes’.
What would ‘they’ do in the same circumstance?
I was somewhat relieved when I discovered that I wouldn’t have to finish up my housecleaning and do grocery- shopping tonight for the Thanksgiving dinner I planned on preparing for Thursday night. Given a couple of extra days, and deciding on Sunday instead, I explored the endless possibilities for a Tuesday night at home.
I heated up some supper after walking the dog and decided to do what ‘they’ might do….I poured myself a glass of wine and turned on the t.v. set. I don’t have any idea the scheduling or the show-of-the-year….but settled on a program, The Gilmore Girls. I watched as though in a trance…no reactions really…just thought to myself, "I can’t believe I’m doing this! Is this what ‘they’ do on a Tuesday night?"
Wishing you all an exceptional time doing absolutely nothing…(is that possible for you?) I’m heading from here to clean the bathroom. From there, a fairly recent ‘read’ is waiting for me in the bedroom. Have a wonderful Wednesday!