And that was me yesterday.
Awoke in the morning feeling quite proud of myself. We’d made it here. And I was feeling pretty good. Everything was put away. Went off to the the gym for treadmill and yoga. Checked out books from the library. Stopped at three stores for groceries. Then home.
Oops. Forgot Richard got a Post Office box. I have to mention this because of what he heard there. The woman in front of him was asking to buy stamps and was asked if she wanted religious or non-religious ones. What? I never knew that was an option.
If you’re wondering, she chose non-religious.
Sat in the sun. Special treat, I saw dolphins again. Set up the Apple TV. Four TVs in this house but took a long time to find one where I could attach the Apple TV. Darn old wall TVs with the ports on the back. Finally there was one I could get to but once plugged in I couldn’t get it to connect. Thank goodness for the help of my son-in-law back in Canada patiently explaining I had to join their Wi-Fi for it to work. On his part, I’m sure he was shaking his head in disbelief. On my part, I felt old.
Next on the hunt for the Keurig. After much innovative investigating I found it. But that’s a story for another day.
Then
I crashed.
Total exhaustion.
Napped.
Guess my body was telling me something.
Today?
I listened to my body and stayed in for the day.
Relaxed.
Had good friends from Michigan over in the afternoon for a relaxing reconnection over snacks and drinks on our sunny deck.
At least that was the plan.
But then we were inundated with flies. We’d never had them before. They looked similar to Deer Flies. (I read that some people call them Dog Flies. Don’t know for sure.) Boy did they sting when they bit. I can’t imagine what the people on the beach thought about my screams. Did I mention I am not a fan of bugs? They would swarm me. Did they bother Richard? Nope. Just one of our friends and me. We all went inside. But those ferocious flies followed.
Richard was on fly swatter patrol.
Only we couldn’t find a real one so he used a spatula. Yes you read correctly. Gotta make due with what you have, right? Now close your eyes and imagine him hustling around the room swatting flies with a spatula. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been so necessary. He really didn’t believe me about the biting until he swatted some that were full of blood. Where’d the blood come from Richard?
ME
We still had a great afternoon catching up, just indoors instead of in the sun.
Of course we found the real fly swatter after they left. Figures.
Hope you had a great day.
Sunshine On My Shoulders – John Denver
Take care and stay healthy.
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