As ordinary as it was, yesterday left me with a real sense of accomplishment.
It started at the YMCA in my old-lady aerobics class, which I’m glad I went to even if Wednesday’s instructor thinks it’s great for sexagenarians and older to be doing jumping jacks. Before class began, my friend Donna pulled me aside like she was about to give me a hot tip on the horse running in the third. She had something better – inside information that the senior center one town over was giving away Covid rapid tests. I almost did a jumping jack out of sheer glee.
After a quick trip home to change, I decided that my planned trip to the grocery store could just as easily happen in the neighboring town. A quick visit to the senior center- yes, I’d like two, please! – and I’m now equipped for a safe visit to our unvaccinated three-year-old grandgirls. As even more of a score, I later realized that there are two tests per box.
The market in town is a member of the chain I usually go to, but I think I like this one better than mine. And it was virtually empty, a magical thing in these Omicron times and two days before the mad rush to buy New Year’s Day food.
I followed that with a visit to the Goodwill store a half mile away, where I donated two huge bags of Christmas decorations I haven’t used in years. This was quite the victory, since all the donation boxes in my area only want clothes.
An early dinner out, a couple of episodes of The Mandalorian (thanks to daughter forgetting to log off of her Disney account last time she stayed with us), and the day was complete.