Hey There! It's 8:02 AM EDT, 46°F. sunny, wind 4 mph NW
Yesterday was a purpose-filled day, and so I set out to accomplish the tasks at hand. I completed a slightly abbreviated morning routine, cleaned myself up, loaded the car with a freezer containing a delivery of pork, and headed out at about 9:15 to teach at Son2's studio. I stopped to get a breakfast sandwich before getting on the interstate.
It's a 2-hour drive to his studio, and I passed the time as I usually do, in silence, with my thoughts. I was really taking in all the greenery springing out. With all the rain we've had, everything seems greener than usual. The maple tree leaves seem especially green.
I got there especially early, so I plugged the freezer into the power station I had brought along, and scouted for some place where I could get a sandwich to eat halfway through the session. No luck. There is a bakery in the complex, but I didn't want cookies or cupcakes. Someone should open a nice sandwich shop there.
We got the class rolling at noon, and for three hours I sat, watched, and offered suggestions and guidance. I won't bore you with the details. At the end of the session, there was another scene coming in from another class, so I stayed and watched that one as well. When it was over, I went to the parking lot with Son2 and gave him the freezer with the pork. Then I got back on the road for home.
I really wanted a sandwich by then, but there was no place to get one. I thought I might find one off the interstate, and after looking at the map, I found a fast food place to try. What I got was so bad, so lackluster, that I couldn't finish it. When I got off the interstate to get gas, I threw it out. I should have just sucked it up and waited for the burger and potatoes that DW had prepared for dinner.
I plopped on the couch to watch the ballgame and noodle around a bit on the computer. An extra-inning loss. Bedtime was at 10:50 PM. In some respects this is the kind of day I like - a full agenda with no time wasted. Not many of these kinds of days anymore.
Notable deaths: Bobby Cox, one of baseball's most successful managers, 84.
'Til We Meet Again!