Nothing

HIM:  What are you going to do on your second day off?

(I’m a school teacher, so yesterday was my first real day of summer.)

ME:  Nothing.

HIM:  What?

ME:  Nothing.

HIM:  No.  Seriously.  What do you have planned?

ME:  Nothing.

HIM:  (Insert judgmental tone.) I could never do that.  I have to plan things. If I have nothing to do, I go for a bike ride, clean the garage, or . . .

ME:  Exactly. When you have nothing, the whole day unfolds exactly the way it is supposed to.

So, today, I woke up at 8:00, drank coffee, took the dogs to the open space and tossed the tennis ball.

After our stroll, I made toast, covered it with almond butter and jelly and drank a big cold glass of almond milk.

Then, I ordered a collapsible 8′ banquet table on Amazon for our neighborhood party and a tablecloth.

I messaged my neighbors. They noted “Lazy Julie rocks. . .she did so much before 9:30 am  You better take the rest of the day off.”

When I came home, my friend, Vanessa, texted, “Dog walk?”

I replied, “Sure.  Houston and I will be right out.”

After surveying the entire neighborhood with Jack and Houston, I returned to add another coat of Rustoleum to the outdoor end table my neighbors were giving away. I told them I’d sell it at the yard sale in a few weeks, but since I had NOTHING to do and I had extra paint, I painted it and set it in the yard.

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Around 11:30, I managed to shower and take clothes I hadn’t worn out of my closet. I messaged my neighbor to see if she wanted a dress and two blouses I will never fit in again, met her in the driveway and discussed Red Jamie in The Outlander.

I had time to visit my flowers, plants, and vegetables in the yard, deadhead the petunias and water.

Then, I completed open enrollment for my insurance plan, thought about buying a hot pink jacket for my new Salwa Owens jumpsuit and now, I’m going to read.

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About Julie Hooker

I'm a teacher, writer, and editor. In addition, I'm an animal rescuer, yogi, and friend.
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