Herself: Card and chocolate at dawn. For the second week I did all my morning exercises in the pool. Finished the laundry too. Was grumpy about the check.
I had no goals today. Starting the day with small things that sit easily, that sit like macaroni and cheese on the soul, seemed the right thing to do.
Three things to the drive thru cleaners.
How we began talking of his father, I do not know, but now I know that it’s a family business. His father and mother started it in the 1940’s. Dad gave it to his son in the 1960’s but continued to come in every day. His would dad talk with this person then he’d go visit that person. Later he’d come back to the shop until four. One day, knowing something was wrong, he went to the doctor’s office. The wife and son didn’t know where he had gone and had a hard time chasing him down that day. Eventually they found his car at the hospital….windows down as if he would be coming back any moment.
Next I went up the hill to the bank.
The Geezer didn’t just clean his side of the office, he cleaned so deeply he was able to give up a whole box of Linus Blankets to the thrift store. His office is now clean, sterile, beyond hygienic, and uncontaminated by anything. While he was organizing, he found one of those governmental stimulus checks for me. A nice, big, two hundred some dollar check that I didn’t know I had. From the date on the check, I can tell it vanished along with hundreds of other papers into his bill slot just before Christmas. I cashed it.
I waved at the sculptor’s. They are tucked into the back of a building by the bank, still using. I’ve known the whole family since the seventies, and I own two of their pieces.
Groceries for the week. I bought himself a nice steak for the Valentine’s holiday with a Caprese salad, baked potato, and fattening pumpkin pie for desert. Today tho, I’ll peek at the mail before it gets upstairs, and tomorrow we will go back to our half vegitarianisms. Sometime next week I will find a pair of black denim pants that are long enough….oh, dreams be me. Imagine, pants that reach the top of my shoes.