It’s not even 1 p.m.
Today is already too busy.
Last night my dad invited the teenager and I for breakfast so he could spend the day with her.
But first she had to go to the pediatrician to get her meningitis vaccine and school physical.
I started a load of sheets— apparently the teenager needed all of hers washed—and the washing machine was acting funny.
On the way to the Poconos for breakfast— our local library called asking if I could stop by to help with a computer issue.
My dad took the teenager for a long motorcycle ride and she snapped this amazing photo.
And I already had a meeting with my blind friend Nancy to help her with her writing.
Then, I had a request for two more meetings and my mother-in-law asked if I could help her write a thank you card.
Somewhere along the line I decided to dye my hair between meetings.
My hair is dark brown but has been turning red. Not a nice red. A dry looking orange red. So I found some green envy Manic Panic in my bathroom and thought the green should neutralize the red.
I’m happy with the results.
My neighbor brought me an Impossible plant-based burger from Burger King. We shared onion rings, ate on the porch and went for our evening walk. We visited the sad house on Washington Street that has been foreclosed upon.
And the teenager brought me tapioca pudding.