Hoo boy what a week. It wasn’t bad, just seemed long. And I’m grumpy because the ceiling upholstery in my car (called a headliner) is drooping and touching my head when I drive. I’m either going to have to staple it back up (no) or pay a few hundred to have someone else do it (no) or pull the ceiling of the Jeep out and use spray adhesive to put new fabric up. (weep)! Youtube has videos but like I said, (weep).
1. If you were to play hooky on your next regular work day with no negative consequences, and if you could only spend the day by yourself, what out-of-the-house fun activities would you pursue?
I’d probably go to the beach, but summer is over. (sob!) Assuming money is no object and dogs would let themselves out. In that case, I’d board the Amtrak Acela and go to New York for a few hours. Maybe enter the lottery for Hamilton tickets. At the very least, I’d take a picture of the theater. And then have a big sandwich. I’d drive, but my Jeep lovingly caresses the top of my head and it freaks me out.
2. In the same situation, what stay-home fun activities would you pursue?
I’d order a mediocre Italian entree from the local pizza/steaks joint and watch You’ve Got Mail and Love Actually.
In real life, I’m home on Monday because I had one more personal day to burn before the end of the fiscal year. I will likely not go to New York or buy Italian food and binge movies. I may watch the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
3. If you played hooky specifically because someone else needed the time off, who in your life would be your accomplice and what would be first on the agenda?
WM would likely take me to spend the day at the movies.
4. When did you last visit a museum, and what item on exhibit impressed you?
We went to the Museum of the American Revolution last November. It features Washington’s actual War Tent (which you’d THINK would be droopy but no, droopiness is reserved for my #(&#(* Jeep ceiling)
Not long ago I was in the yard doing crossword puzzles when I saw Murphy standing in the ivy, head in a bush, tail wagging.
NOT a good sign. I crossed the yard.
“Hey Murph! What’cha got there?”
He turned around happily and in his mouth was a wriggling brown thing.
I asked him to put it down, and he did, very gently. I shoofed the dog into the house and grabbed some gloves and a towel.
“i’ve had a day.”
The little guy wasn’t hurt. But he was dazed and covered in dog slobber. I dried him off and he started to slowly stumble to his feet. I carefully picked him up and put him on the other side of the fence, in the yard of the neighbor who doesn’t have dogs.
The little chipmunk quickly scrambled away. But Murph wasn’t very happy that I took his new pet away.