Today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. It was the warmest day of the year so far. I worked on reports at work so I did not get a chance to go out at lunch. As I was walking to the metro after work, I really did not feel like going home and just sitting in my apartment. I decided that I was going to change into shorts and a t-shirt and take a walk down the hill to the shops to get some tea or something after work.
Then, my phone rang. One of my friends from my writer’s group called me. She has a class tonight and her husband is out of town, could I come sit with her kids? Well, she is a great friend and has really done quite a lot for me. I could not say no. So, of course I rescheduled my plans and drove over to her house.
When I arrived, she had dinner all ready for me. She made some kind of spicy Indian chicken, green beans, and roti. Well, I cannot have bread, so I did not eat the roti, but I did eat the chicken and green beans. While we were eating, her daughter asked if they were going to Redbox to get a movie. Her mother said no because I was already there and she had to leave for her class. The ritual whining ensued. “You promised!” “I came home early.”
I said that after she leaves, the kids and I would walk down the street to Redbox to get a movie. “Yay!” The store was more than 5 blocks away. The kids were happy because they would get their movie. I was happy because I would get an extra walk in.
So, here I sit, at my friend’s dining room table typing away on my laptop and surfing the internet. One kid is playing on a device called a DS, whatever that is, another kid is glued to the tube watching “Rise of the Guardians.”
They really are great kids.