Saturday, I hit the road all alone, super early.
I wanted to go around and around and around a lazy river at the Pigeon Forge water park before the crowds hit, so that’s exactly what I did. I floated and watched clouds and said “Seriously, no thanks” every single time the photo girl asked me on my next float past her “Would you like your photo taken?” I thought about everything. I thought about nothing. By the time the big crowds hit the park midday, I was ready to pack it in; I’m too pale to spend the peak sunburn hours at a water park.
I went to Baskin Robbins for a scoop of Rocky Road ice cream. There’s no Baskin Robbins at home, and there’s nothing exactly like it. Their Rocky Road is just right, and if I’m going to get sick from eating ice cream, let it be theirs.
I went to WalMart. I had errands to do so might as well do them at a WalMart in another town, right? WalMart in another town is just as annoying and crowded as the ones at home, except the one in another town still has a self checkout. I can ring myself up like nobody’s business and get the hell outta there.
A drive thru for lunch. Not the healthiest, but it is what I wanted. It was a Me day.
On the drive home, I gave thanks for a day of no schedules and no rush.
At home, I watched TV with my dog and painted my toenails. It was a good day, the first really relaxing day in a very long time. Good things are just around the corner for me, I hope, and I needed a quiet day alone.