My current location is stretched out on my porch in cutoffs and a tank. On my porch. Outside. In April. Yes, bipolar New York has done it again! Our weather has shifted, and it’s now a balmy seventy. The birds serenade me and the flies buzz along in a random, scattered tune. It feels so good to feel a breeze on my skin and the sun on my face. This is the life!
My driving escapade of the post was when I had to drive my grandmother’s car to her house. She was, of course, in it with me, but that doesn’t say that I had any guidance or help. I think I inherited my driving “skills” from her. Basically, I was on my own. On a busy day. On some of the most congested roads in the most inconceivable layout you will find in a small city. Wouldn’t you know it, her car was blisteringly hot, too. I was stressed, to say the least, but I made it safe and sound.
Yesterday marked the beginning of my brother’s spring break from college, so in is typical whirlwind fashion, he arrived home last night. While he was chatting with my mother, I made a break for it and ran around outside for a bit, enjoying the sunset and the warmth with my oversized, over-aged puppy of a German shepherd, Whitaker. (I’ll try to post a few pictures as soon as I upload them onto my laptop.) The purpose of this escape was that I was still annoyed by the fact that my brother, a sophomore in college, is still buying himself videogames. I take issue with that. Hence, my flight so that I wouldn’t say too much and end up in a huge fight on his first night home. (I foresee a long week ahead.) I’ll ignore that little issue however, since Brother being home = a personal driver. To do list today: finish up some work, head off to a movie, and don’t end Brother’s life in an epic battle.
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