Writing on Air!!!

No, literally!  I'm writing on Air.  Capital A!


Okay. that was with the big font, but I think it's too much.  Already I have options I don't think I had before.


Geez. . . .I've digressed before I even started.


So today I wake up and really there's nothing solid on my calendar except that I have concerns.   They are:  1. I have not made contact with Duncan, my builder who returned from Alaska yesterday.  Don't want to be pushy. . . allow him to ease back into work, but really. . . . I need to know about this house project.  2. I have to venture into the depths of my storage areas to find my Choral Arts bag and black performing folder.  Doesn't sound hard, but last time I was in the storage area a saw a mouse.   Now it's a crisis.  I have to solve it.  3.  I don't have my MacAir set up because Dave the computer guy forgot it was Labor Day ad didn't come.  So still no internet access for blogging, etc.  4.  I have made yet another major error in bill paying because my lovely IPhone is actually pretty small for doing banking.  Must get the errors cleaned up.  5. The hair cut I got at Chautauqua is not growing out well, and I'll be out of town most of the rest of the month, and it's hard to get an appointment with Kathleen.  


I know. . . nothing really earth shaking.  In the scheme of life. . .easy issues.  And yet this is what was on my mind when I started my day.


Woke up 15 minutes before the start of my cardio class, and made it there only 5 minutes late. Afterwards,  I decided to just drive to the hair cut place to see what Kathleen's schedule might be between now and the end of the month.   Walked in, she has a color lady in the middle of her waiting time, and she cuts my hair right on the spot.    Concern #5 is history.   This is a good start.


Call Duncan the builder and Dave the computer guy.   No return calls.  I decide to go to the coffee shop for lunch to try to do my blog.  No luck connecting there.   Drive by Duncan's house on the way to the coffee shop. . he's not home.   Drive back by Duncan's house on the way back. . .he's in his office.   We spend a fun 2 hours discussing house plans.  He will rework the plans I have based on our conversation today and my wishes and dreams.  By the time I am back in the fold here on Oct. 2 he should have 3 choices of plans for me.   Given time to get permits, construction should begin mid-October.  Concern #1 is taken care of.


I take myself and my rat poison to my storage areas.  One in the back yard of my crappy little house and one at the Afton Storage facility.  I gingerly open my backyard area.   I have visions of snakes and mice.    Nothing.   All seems as I have left it.  My Choral Arts stuff is not there, so now I venture to storage area #2.  Open it gingerly, lay some mice traps with bait, and immediately spy the bag I'm looking for way in the back.  I bravely climb up over the furniture and rescue the bag.  I get out with what I came for.  Not a mouse in sight.  Another over-reaction on my part?  I think so.   Concern #2 is no more.


Back at Jean's where I'm staying,  I walk ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE STREET to the credit union where they fix all my financial mistakes with smiles on their faces.  Actually those people always seem to break into laughter when I walk in the door. Glad I can be so entertaining.   Concern #4 is a thing of the past.


Buoyed up by the remarkable success of the day, I buck myself up and take the box with the MacAir off the closet shelf.  Within about 20 minutes I'm answering my first email.  And then the blog.   Concern #3. . . . gone.   Dave can help me input the stuff from my other computer at another time.  But here I am. . up and running.   Writing on Air!!!


It's been a very good day!