After a weekend of festivities, I attacked my “to do” list with gusto. I woke up early, read the news while drinking my coveted two mugs of coffee, and made a smoothie. In a still-silent house, I hit the rowing machine for my 30-minute workout with my favorite Apple Fitness trainer, Anja. She guided us through 18 imagination-fueled all-out pushes involving escaping piranha, crocodiles, and strong currents. When I emerged from the basement, the house was still quiet. Chris is in Asheville visiting his parents, and the young adults were still asleep.
I went outside to empty the pond skimmer basket and tilted my face toward the sun. A warm, balmy breeze blew across my skin as a I daydreamed of lounging on a beach. Focus. I had a list. It was off to DMV to transfer the VW Beetle into my name from my dad’s, the car my mom insisted on giving to Edwin. It bugs him a tiny bit that it had to go to me in name, but we all know it’s really his. I came very prepared; I had the title filled out correctly, as well as the title transfer application. Both clerks I interacted with remarked that I really knew what I was doing. I couldn’t help but feel pleased with myself.
Still on the list: retrieve daughter and take her shopping for all the stuff she needs for summer camp, find shoes to wear to a wedding, and go grocery shopping.
This first official day of summer break was very productive, but not very summery. In good time.
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