I’ve made an executive decision. It happened at the time of day that life-altering epiphanies usually arrive – when I was lying in bed unable to sleep.
First came epiphanies like my realization that the reason last night’s chicken salad was an anemic off-beige was because I’d forgotten to add the entire vegetable portion of the recipe. This wouldn’t have been so bad except the reason I made the salad in the first place was to use up those vegetables.
-Need Mamie’s shot records for tomorrow’s grooming appointment
- I could get one more day out of this dirty hair if we go to the beach
- Major birthday for My Guy next week – card and present shopping had better happen soon.
But the big decision was on the side of sheer selfishness.
I’m a volunteer at the Venice Public Library. It’s lowly but pleasant work. Once a week I dig the returned books from the bin, check them in, and then put them back on the shelves. Problem is that this is apparently a wildly popular position and the only hours I could get – and this was only after beating out two other applicants by showing up in person to plead my cause – were Tuesdays from 4:30 to 6:30.
Life is quiet here. We go for days with nothing more exciting than walking to the breakfast place across the street. But when something happens, it happens on Tuesday. This Tuesday, our annual condo meeting. Add to that the Two People, One Car Blues.
Last Tuesday, I dropped My Guy off at an art class, played 9 holes of golf, ran in the club house and threw a clean shirt over my sweaty body, picked up My Guy at art class, got dropped off (still sweaty) at the library and did my shift.
The tipping point was when yesterday afternoon’s conversation at the pool turned to a nearby Italian restaurant and its great jazz night. You guessed it. Tuesday night.
I still feel guilty, but I know there are plenty of people eager to take my place at the library and it’s not as though I’m abandoning my work with Doctors Without Borders to take up windsurfing.