Except for the office being closed and no mail
delivery, there are no signs of today being Memorial Day, even though several vets live on the complex.
I haven't seen hide nor hair of any of the residents since Apache's birthday party, so no news as to whether that watch is burning his wrist. (Get it? Hot. LOL.)
With no activity slated for here at the complex, my schedule for today is Monday business as usual, starting with a
workout in the Pain Cave.
At the completion of
Thursday’s workout, I expected Trainer to say he’d be closing for the holiday
and would have to reschedule.
He didn’t’ say that. So,
as I was leaving, I said, “I’ll see you Monday, unless I hear otherwise”.
Can’t recall his
exact reply, but it was a confirmation of our usual day and time.
Having run completely
out of veggies yesterday, and Sunday’s heavy downpour preventing me from driving
out-of-the area for supplies, looks like I’ll have to scrounge around in the
corner market ─ which is still redlining us with that which is least fresh, for
what veggies don’t look too gnarly on my way back from the Cave.
That is if the market isn't closed for the holiday.
If the market isn't open, then I guess it’s a repeat of yesterday’s whatever I can find around
here ... eggs, avocados, grain free bagel, black beans.
I knew I was running
out of veggies, but made the choice on Saturday ─ when we had a nice weather
day, to head for the college campus to test out a pair of those new shoes and
hunt Pokémon instead of laundry and marketing.
After all, thought I, I’d get to those chores tomorrow (Sunday). Then came Sunday's rain
storm.
Oh well, at least
Saturday’s walkabout was fruitful.
The weather was
perfect and I practically had the whole campus to myself ─ except for the
occasional graduating student being photographed in cap and gown.
Seeing those young
people just starting out in life/in careers, I found myself feeling
somewhat sorry for what they are about to face ... life in general: the grind
of a 9 to 5, bosses ─ some good, some functionally
insane, getting married ─ some couplings working out, some not, the kids, the
dogs/cats, mortgage, successes, disappointments, failures, mistakes, the constant striving to have, to do, to become. Not all will make it through the trauma of living a life unscathed to reach the other side ... this level of peace, contentment, just being.
At any rate, the
first pair of shoes recommended by sales kid are a dream to walk in.
Guess he did know
what he was talking about. Consequently, I expect the second pair will also
wear well (700 miles he said). And, by the way, the restricted caller finally
gave up trying to get through and, in my mind's eye, I keep seeing that BWG. I just know it was he.
While on campus, I managed to fill my virtual backpack with Pokéballs and not only observed grads
having photos taken but walked up on trees beautifully decorated as Salutes to
the Troops.
So glad the new shoes worked out. I always want to throw a party if the shoes I love and just had to have turn out to be comfortable. Sometimes they are like a date - you are attracted to one thing and it turns into something horribly else. Hahaha.
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