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Catching up on my “Carpool Karaoke with James Corden”; today, the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I’m confused. Is Jabberwocky a real thing? Seriously, those dudes are channeling another planet. The next time I sing in the car…
Actually, I do sing in the car, but only when the dog is listening.
Today, I had to load the car, with stuff. There’s one of those supply missions taking off tomorrow morning for the other city, and I’ve included the staples. A bike, with an extra saddle, but no helmet. A snowboard, complete with boots, goggles and a hard hat. Books, lots of books. Or as we know them, graphic novels. A container of bedding, to keep the frying pan and tea set from rattling unnecessarily. A small fan (summer is coming, apparently). Probably some other stuff, but that’s the important part of the manifest. And I will not be going along, as load master, or karaoke conductor. Some roles are best left to others.
The first garden square has been planted, which means that my level of responsibility has just gone up a notch. I’ll have to “provide refreshments” to assure a later need to weed. This is all new to me.
I’m facing “life without a car”, again. The offer to rent something was out there, but I’m surrounded by provisions. If the need for milk becomes overpowering, I’ll get on the bike and ride to the nearest store. Simple. Realistically, I’ll go with water, just like we’re meant to do after a certain age. Probably better for my kidneys, or something like that.
