What Day Is It?

Yes, I did. I lost a day, not that it really matters all that much. I don’t really have that much of a social life that I have to be certain and correct of the day and date. I actually found it humorous. But only since my calendar for the week is empty, if there was something planned it would have been different.

What did I do? I wished someone a happy Monday, only its Tuesday. To which they gently corrected me even as they thanked me for the sentiments. Realizing my error, I sat over here laughing and trying to see if one can actually burn calories by shaking their head.

A little before five this afternoon I drove over to where my son works so he could check out the Jeep and see if he could track down the problem. He checked down so many different possibilities and marking off the ‘that’s not it’ one by one. He has it narrowed down-with my help I might add- to two different maybes. He ordered the parts for the cheapest maybe first, if not well the other is more expensive but then owning any vehicle isn’t cheap anymore.

He put everything back together and we drove down to a local restaurant that was holding a fundraising event for the Love Like Lauren foundation. I saw familiar faces there and made some new friends. I was having an amazing time. I was out of the house and talking with people. Even my son told me he was proud of me. And not sarcastically either. I couldn’t eat all of what I ordered so I ow have lunch for tomorrow.

Once we left the restaurant several folks decided to move over to a cookie shop that was nearby. My son, who I think was staying longer because he was enjoying seeing me having a good time, order a box of four cookies. Those cookies are huge and oh so good. He took his two and headed for his place while I’ve eaten part of one of mine. Rich..is not the word.

My son had already taken his two, a chocolate like this one and a peanut butter. Yes. I’ve eaten a third of the chocolate..

The funny thing, I wasn’t even thinking or worrying about the fact I was going to have to drive home in the dark. I hate driving in the dark. At that moment, I was having a grand time and feeling more alive than I have in a while. Later, the drive home was  completely uneventful. The dogs were not happy with us though as they had not been fed yet.

Now, I am home, the dogs are stretched out in the floor, both asleep. I’m listening to the sounds of the crickets outside and feeling the evening breeze drifting in the window. What an amazing not Monday this turned out to be.

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About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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7 Responses to What Day Is It?

  1. WebbBlogs says:

    I heard of those cookies. We don’t have them here yet but theres a store 30 minutes or so. They look good but from what I heard they are very filling. I still want to try one though. 😁 Happy Monday 😊 😃

  2. John says:

    Why is Star missing a wheel and braking system?

  3. He just took the wheel and covers off so he could get to the ABS sensors. He’s hoping one, or maybe both, back sensors have gone bad and that is why the dash looks like a Christmas tree and keeps popping up demands for all manner of issued needing to be checked. Otherwise its a module which costs a lot more so he’s going with the cheaper possibility first.

  4. Sheree says:

    Sounds like you had a great time and those cookies look really good.

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