Yesterday was one of those days when I feel like I didn't get anything done. I could make the argument that I didn't have to get anything done--it was my first day of Fall Break, after all. But let me focus on the real truth: I got a lot of stuff done.
I went to the bank and got some money transferred to savings and ordered some more checks. Sure, I could have done that online, although not with my phone. I do not do mobile banking. I could have called the 1-800 # and done the self service. Actually, I tried that, and the automated voice told me that I last ordered checks in 2023, which I thought was not correct, so I worried I would order checks and get the wrong check #s. Going to my local branch is easier than the other options I had, and I do realize how unusual that is.
While I was out, I went to the Fresh Market to pick up some more provolone cheese for the rice-veggie dish I wanted to make. Those of you paying attention may say, "Didn't you make that weeks ago?" No, gentle reader, I did not. I bought the ingredients. Yesterday I decided that if I didn't use the eggplant in a day or two, it would be going to the compost bin.
As I crossed the Fresh Market parking lot, I thought about Asheville Cotton, one of my favorite fabric stores near me; it's in the same shopping plaza, and I don't go there enough. It's one of the stores that I would feel sad if it closed, and I know I need to do more to support those stores.
I knew that the store had a reduced price section in the back, but I didn't know they had several baskets of remnants: fat quarters for $1.33 (usual price $3.99) and remnants for $6.99 a yard. I indulged:
I got home and made the recipe (which you can find in this blog post) and then ate some of it for a later lunch. It was not as delicious as I remember, perhaps because I used smoked provolone from an Italian market in earlier incarnations, and this time, I did not. But it was tasty enough.
We watched The Four Seasons, the original movie, not the updated Tina Fey version. It was delightful, but not as funny as I remembered. I checked in on my online students and answered some e-mails. And then we watched Redwood Highway, which had been recommended based on some other viewing, and since it was free, why not? As we watched, I stitched.
So why do I feel I've done nothing? In part, because I spent a lot of time on the Realtor.com site. Why did I do this? Am I hoping to sell this house? No, absolutely not. Am I looking to buy an additional house? There are situations where I could see this option making sense, but so far, I haven't seen anything that inspires me to move forward. So in some ways, that perusing of houses feels like a waste of time, but if I slant it differently, it's research that shows that there's no property worth pursuing right now.
It also feels like I "wasted" a day because I didn't do much writing, and I didn't get a walk in. But I did a lot of other activities that fed my soul, so let me consider yesterday a win.

1 comment:
I must admit, I've gotten to the point where if I skip taking a walk or working on a new poem, even if I do other, roughly equivalent physical exercise or writing, it still feels like a complete waste of a day. But if I do both of those things, regardless of how they turn out, 9 times out of ten I'll go to bed happy and sleep well. It's all about the sleep. :)
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