A calendar for the month of September was posted to our doors Friday morning, which calendar indicates a Labor Day Potluck, Tuesday, September 1 (“Potluck” was spelled “pot lock” … close enough).
That’s the thing about being retired. One not only loses track of which day of the week one is in, one forgets all about holidays. As far as I knew, there wasn’t another holiday coming up until Halloween.
Inasmuch as I’m no longer family oriented, the only meaning a holiday holds for me is a reason and opportunity to indulge in prohibited foods.
I’ve already “indulged” myself -- at the surprise going away party and the surprise birthday party to the tune of gaining 3 pounds, so I’m not feeling another “pot lock”. Besides, with all the drama going on between Nurse Ratched and Residents, Nurse Ratched and Office Staff, Nurse Ratched and Maintenance, Nurse Ratched and Activity Directors, activities on, activities off, notification, no notification, I’m pretty much done with it all.
Focusing all my attention and focus through the end of the year on meditating, eating healthy, walking, and finishing that never ending needlepoint project.
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On tap for today is a trip to The Galleria at Tyler. I’m not looking forward to the drive or the crowds but Nordstrom is offering a sale on the difficult to find seamless tank tops I wear with my leggings (2 for $48). They actually don’t have my size and preferred color (olive dust) in the store but, before I order online, I want to try the color the store does have in stock for fit, as the image online has it looking a little short at the waist.
Hopefully, I can get in and out of the mall without being tempted by the food court.
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