Mixed Results

Continuing on with the theme that life brings you what you need, often in a way you don't foresee...

Saturday's workday at school materialized only one me. Our volunteer coordinator wasn't in town, and I made NO effort to advertize the event, or have sign up sheets, or even a sign. The week was too kooky for that. After twenty lonely minutes during which I finished drafting an ask letter of $10K for school furniture, I left school with every intention of picking up my recently dropped off kids from Tita's...and heading back home. Feeling a little grumbly, but thinking about plan B.

During my drive, Aretha wailin', I changed course, which in my routine life these days, I don't usually have the lassitude to do. Remembering a gift card for an unnamed big box book retailer, I headed north on the causeway. Just the act of turning was liberating. Then I remembered my generous birthday gift from the board...a spa package gift card at a salon, just rotting away (along with my hair, skin and nails). Raking through my purse for the cell phone, I dialed the number. "Are you open on Memorial Day? Yes? Wonderful." Sign me up, baby. "Exfoliate me!" became Aretha's cry.

With a quick stop to Earthsavers to look at shoes for myself, I spent the better part of an hour browsing books, sipping a fatty frozen frappe, and feeling actually relaxed.

I need to schedule more workdays, is what I'm thinking.