I don't wish I had something exciting to say. I'm enjoying some drama free time in my life currently, except for some dietary concerns. That neighbour that borrowed $50 at the beginning of convid, to pay for her groceries I bought, finally paid me back yesterday, in cash! A crisp fifty dollar bill she gave me. The other neighbour who misses me slaving for her, has ceased leaving voicemails, and her father has too, though I won't be surprised if they leave me more, saying she's ill and she might die or something that I'm expected to respond to the urgency of. I won't though.
I'm enjoying the sun filtering through the blind, and the sound of children playing road hockey. I don't know how they get away with it, with all the parked cars that could get damaged. My olive coloured corduroy recliner got spilled on with vanilla oat milk a month ago, and I was afraid mold would grow in it, but I smell none. Just a little vanilla scent clings to the bum of my sweatpants. At first it freaked me out as I was expecting mold and I wanted to get rid of the recliner, and refused to sit in it for about a week, but I missed it terribly and am okay with the vanilla now, because it's an extremely comfortable chair, though it's bad for my posture.
I wish I would be more of a go getter, be more productive, paint more, clean more, brush my teeth more, write memoir more, cook more, walk/run more, as usual. Wishing, rather than doing.