Today was finally hot and sunny after much rain and cold weather. After a lot of deliberation, rode my bike to the gym where I was scheduled to teach a spin class this morning. I had already spent a bit of time compiling just the right music mix for the class.....not knowing what age group I'd be teaching....and hadn't had enough water, especially after downing a few glasses of vino last night. Decided to hop on my bike and ride to class...but left late so I had to power myself there! 40 minutes later I arrived, a bit winded but not exhausted. After an hour spin class, hopped back on my bikey bike and rode back home again. Man, I was hungry when I got home! It was a very pleasant ride, other than the Boston traffic, potholes, and debris.
After a quick shower headed back out to the bike shop to pick up a couple of tubes and also found myself a nice pair of Tifosi sunglasses for riding. Then to Stoppie to pick up food. Used one of those scanners for the very first time. I felt like Grandma in the store because I had no clue. I even had trouble with the bagging in the cart. And produce is a bear. Having to come up with labels for everything (with a problematic printer at that) was a challenge. As I picked up my Eight O'Clock coffee I had memories of going to the supermarket with my mother when I was little. There was no "shopping buddy" or scanner, no scanners at all, but I do remember her buying that same bag of coffee. Back then, the coffee grinder was at the checkout, and the clerk would pour the beans into the hopper. I'd get a boost up to watch them go down and smell the delicious aroma. What a thrill! Actually, the real thrill was getting a 5 cent bottle of Coke out of the vending machine. Cold and delicious.
If my mother were alive she would shake her head at what grocery shopping has become.
Back to the house, unloaded, made brownies and a rice salad, laundry, and headed back out for a much needed pedicure. Too bad the nail tech sawed the skin off my feet. It'll grow.
Tonight there's a neighborhood pot luck down the beach. I hope there's a jello salad.
Tomorrow is another day...we may go to the Lowell Folk fest, weather permitting. And of course there is a USA Men's National Soccer Team Gold Cup final, which I need to at least record if not watch. I have become a soccer slacker, I'm sorry to say. USA USA USA.