An evening of errands
Sometimes we just have to get out and do all those little odd runaround the town jobs that pile up. Tonight, the list wasn’t outrageously long, and it did all get done in time, but when someone asks what life was like here in the dawn of a new century, I can give this as a profile.
Drive son #3 to his drawing course. No idea what time it will end. Nor what time it really starts, but that’s life.
Stop in to the hardware store to buy various plastic tools to get the pool ready for another season of master chemist. Nothing too expensive, or recyclable. Don’t forget the special lightbulbs for the bathroom.
Return books to the public library. Check for additional volumes to go with the book by a local author purchased last weekend. New computer terminals show that the book should be there, but a careful search in the three areas of the shelves that might be possible filing sites find nothing. Give up, spot one of the books in the “rental section” (what is THAT all about; this is a public library) and leave, finding a gap in the traffic to cross the new four lane road which is without any speed controls on a curve in front of the parking lot.
Visit Future Shop, but realize that there is a) no money and b) nothing I need.
Stop at Harvey’s for a burger, since I haven’t bothered to eat anything except a muffin since yesterday.
Return home to walk the dog for twenty minutes in the dark.
Go to pick up son #3 at local community resource building. The course has just ended, so my sense of the schedule wasn’t too bad.
Go to school to pick up spouse and neighbour girl, returned from trip to Boston. Home again. Total elapsed time, just over three hours.
