After a day long struggle deciding where I was going to walk (it was raining in the morning, so that tears it for Pilot Butte; I want to save gas/too lazy to deal with going to the garage and facing all the stuff in there; (fill in name of park) is too isolated/has bad parking/is too small; and it look like rain, I finally decided to walk to JoAnne's and buy me a pad of colored cardstock as a reward for my walk, while it is still on sale, so I can make my lists on something that stands out. I did my yoga at 3 a.m., and slept the hour after Doug left for work. The Republican National Committee called, and so got me out of bed. I did not call back.
On my way there, the little story scene was at Powers and 3rd, where a former U-haul truck was stopped. The driver behind honked his horn a couple of times in a friendly way, then jump out and ran up to the other driver--the back door was completely open! So the could-be disaster was taken care of. "I didn't want you losing all your stuff!"
At JoAnne's the checkout clerk was a pretty blonde woman, maybe in her forties. Her voice was very low, as if she'd had throat surgery and I wondered if it hurt her to talk. I didn't ask.
On my way back, I decided to go by the store fronts of the Outlet Mall. One of my co-workers from Park and Rec drove up, and he introduced me to his wife.
At Fred Meyer, I was going down the dairy aisle, and saw Nick, holding his son in front of him so as to have constant eye contact, and so I got to be introduced to Jaxon and congratulate the proud parents, as Nick's wife was there too.
And so to home, to make a dinner of shrimp, fried boiled potatoes, and coleslaw. My walk lasted more than half an hour, and it went well.
On my way there, the little story scene was at Powers and 3rd, where a former U-haul truck was stopped. The driver behind honked his horn a couple of times in a friendly way, then jump out and ran up to the other driver--the back door was completely open! So the could-be disaster was taken care of. "I didn't want you losing all your stuff!"
At JoAnne's the checkout clerk was a pretty blonde woman, maybe in her forties. Her voice was very low, as if she'd had throat surgery and I wondered if it hurt her to talk. I didn't ask.
On my way back, I decided to go by the store fronts of the Outlet Mall. One of my co-workers from Park and Rec drove up, and he introduced me to his wife.
At Fred Meyer, I was going down the dairy aisle, and saw Nick, holding his son in front of him so as to have constant eye contact, and so I got to be introduced to Jaxon and congratulate the proud parents, as Nick's wife was there too.
And so to home, to make a dinner of shrimp, fried boiled potatoes, and coleslaw. My walk lasted more than half an hour, and it went well.
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