my day

Here's a day in the life of an average gal living in Hawaii on her day off from work.

I started a load of laundry, and set water on the lawn. Then I followed an exercise DVD, showered, and went back to bed. After that, I got up and cooked myself french toast and started supper for the kids (they are having friends over while D and I escape to the movies). I started another load of laundry, made out a grocery list, did my daily quota of writing, and set off for errands with the dog.

We filled the hybrid with petrol, stopped at the used bookstore (got a yoga DVD and some cookbooks), and then went to see D at the shop. While my beloved rested, I transferred music to our repaired computer (yeah, mr. tioli!) and checked in a few items from a new shipment that arrived. When D was ready to be back on duty, I went to Costco to see if I could get out of there for under $200. Almost, but not quite.

Then the dog and I decided to head home on the high road, which is usually less congested than the highway. Wrong again. But since it's at a higher elevation, we were sure to be able to sit on battery power with the windows down. Many other vehicles gave up and turned around. I wonder, were they going to go around the island to get where they wanted rather than sit in non-moving traffic? There are only a handful of roads here...

I checked out my nused cookbooks while not-driving, and Jack snoozed beside the laundry detergent, sneezing on occasion. One place we passed had drums pounding like a halau was practicing, but it hit me at a primeval level, sounding so serious and intense.

When we got home, I unloaded the car, checked on supper, turned on the a/c in our bedroom where D's computer is, and fired up the computer to write about my day.

Supper is mulligan stew. I made one for the kids with all the cholesterol left in, and one modified kettle for Ma and Pa that I named "Where Sheep May Safely Graze Hunter's Stew."

Now that I've written about my day, I suppose I'd do well to get on with it. Maybe a nap is in order, again. It is my day off, after all...