Today is another beautiful day, but, if I squeeze in a walk, it will be after a morning football game and before the Golden Globes. Body slams and fancy dresses. What could be better? I don't usually like to watch football, especially pro ball, but I am following a quarterback and two receivers on two different teams who I used to see live at my alma mater Saturday games. So, in a way, it's still college ball, at least for me. No excuses for the Golden Globes, I just like to see the outfits.
Perhaps today best describes my split personality - I got the sports fever from my Dad and the fluffy stuff from my Mom. They were so opposite, and it's no wonder I'm confused.
Today is Sunday, and on Sundays I let myself fritter away the day. First I stay in my pjs while I read the paper in a leisurely fashion, then I slowly pick out clothes, get dressed and decide if I'm getting in the car or walking today. I believe today will be a walking day. Then I check that I have a book to read that is fun and gripping, otherwise, as a security blanket, I will be forced to walk to my favorite bookstore seven houses away and acquire an emergency tome. Then I check the refrigerator - is there a fruit I like? Have I a beverage that appeals? Then I see what my husband's plans are for the day - not so I can go with him, but to see if I need to call a friend. Because his plans run to sports on TV, suduku, puzzles and the sports section. He also likes to eat out for lunch, though he can never name a place. So we agree to eat together or not. If I won't, he will go to Wendy's for takeout - you can bet the farm on it.
But I like to keep fluid as well. So maybe a friend will call, or one of our kids, or I'll decide I need to check out a store or look for new light bulbs for the kitchen or one of the endless errands that need doing, and maybe, just maybe, I will feel like tackling them. Vacuuming is always an option, and we do accomplish all our cleaning on the weekends. But only about one tenth as often as we ought.
So, hey, here I go. I'll check out the game, and then mosey on down to the store for bosc pears and lite popcorn, and from there we'll see where it goes.
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