Some days I wake up and realize that I am actually 78. Several things tip me off.
- I groan when I have to get up because I am too stiff.
- I don't like change. When things don't go my way and I have to change from my original plan then I get upset.
- I have a set routine and I do not deviate.
Well despite my well cemented routine on Saturdays it has all been destroyed.
This was my schedule
This was my schedule
- Wake up any time before 9:30am
- Get my friend and go to the farmers market
- Say hi to all of my friends there
- Next go to 25Th Main and get one pannini, cupcake, and soda and split it with my friend
- Finally come home and take a nap
The farmers market is no more. Last Saturday was the last one until May. I was so sad to find this out I almost cried to my Jelly Lady. What will I do now on Saturdays? If you have any suggestions let me know.
Not Homework!!!
Not Homework!!!
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