I was a little sad when I dropped my honey off at 6:30 in the morning at the airport. He was off taking care of business and visiting a friend or two in sunny Florida. And I was stuck here with nothing to do in the Virginia swing state of temperatures where a typical November day starts at 30 degrees in the morning and rises to 70 in the afternoon, just before for a cliff-dive free fall down to 50 three hours later as it makes its way back to 30. You need to wear a heavy jacket with gloves over a tank top just to get through the day. While I envisioned him lying beside a pool with a colorful beverage adorned with fruit and an umbrella.
I kissed him goodbye and headed down the road lamenting my pathetic and lonesome situation and thought that I have got to find myself some diversions. As I neared Walmart at 6:50, I remembered that they were open that early. I could run in, grab my few grocery items, and be done with it for the day. Heck, I can be back home snuggled into bed where I will be able to sleep 100% uninterrupted and not be awakened to locate missing, misplaced items that are actually laying out in the open on counters and tables around the house.
Then it hit me. With girl dinner on the horizon and no meal prep, I could spend the day crafting. I immediately headed over to the bead section to buy material for necklaces. Unfortunately, Walmart didn't have the colors I wanted... but Michaels was just across the parking lot and opened at nine. That was only a 40 minutes wait. I piddled around a bit more, found more unnecessary things to purchase, and got to Michaels ten minutes after the doors opened.
They had beads. Lots of beads. Too many beads to decide. They had the tools -- lots of tools. Tools I wasn't sure that I even needed. I rolled my cart back and forth and forth and back from the jewelry section to the paint aisle to the treasure chest of a clearance aisle. I was Googling what I needed and videos on how to even make the things I thought I needed. I also found a ton of fun things on clearance at amazing prices that I could not pass up. Some of them I had to look up what to even do with them, so I googled them too, then added them to the cart. And just when I thought I was done, I stumbled across a huge box of tiny frames for 1/2 price right beside the register. At two dollars a piece, they were a steal, and they were perfect for my project. So I picked up 20.
Then I looked at my watch and realized it was 11:30. Where in the world did the time go? I also, remembered that I wanted to visit a local historical museum and the tour started at 1:00. Moreover, I had to go home and change first as I was still wearing my errand sweats from 6:30 in the morning. I jumped in my car and sped off mentally planning my outfit for the day... while also mentally trying to figure out why my bill was $400 after my teacher discount and 30% off everything not on sale.
I made it to the museum just in the nick of time at 12:55. Then I spent 20 dollars and two hours with an ill equipped though nice docent who invited us to ask questions only to respond 90% of the time with, "We're not really sure." And then she began to get a bit of an attitude when the three of us touring were sure and corrected or informed her of the answers. (Coincidentally two of us were teachers and the other was a librarian). At 3:00 she sped off presumably to meet her next group leaving us free to roam the gardens. Since I had dusted off my Nikon 3600 DSRL that I have used 6 times in as many years, I got to spend the next hour and a half taking beautiful pictures that will probably never leave my camera.
Upon my return home, unfortunately, I was too tired for my daily walk with my neighbor because I had just stood for four hours straight at the mansion, and shopped for four hours that morning. In short, my back and feet were killing me and I was now too exhausted to even craft, so I vegged for two hours in front of my computer. Eventually, I did make my way down to to my studio to do a little prep work for another project. It was supposed to take an hour, but I did not finish for another three until midnight when I then decided that surely I can't get that close to our workout room and not do something. So I lifted weights until 12:30.
As I literally fell into bed last night and just before I passed out, all I kept thinking was that I clearly have no filter or no off-button and cannot be left to my own devices. My husband needs to hurry home before my diversions completely wipe me out and my bank account too.
