Daily Activities

I’m reading Andy Cohen’s The Daddy Diaries. I wonder why with celebrities I am willing to read about and pay attention to their daily activities. Andy Cohen literally goes day by day, making each day the subject of each subject; Saturday, January 1, 2022, Sunday, January 2, 2022, etc.

I think that if I did that with my own life no one would care and would get bored reading about my daily activities and I don’t have super stars like Cher calling me on the telephone.

This morning, I settled into a seat at Starbucks at 11. My writing group meets every other Sunday at 1. I get to Starbucks early so I can secure the large table. Every other Sunday, I buy a grilled cheese sandwich. It’s greasy because the bread is buttered and melts when they heat it. I love greasy.

On Saturday I used to get a greasy apple fritter. I would have it heated in the microwave for 40 seconds and wa-la, a greasy donut. My donut place changed owners. The apple fritter wasn’t the same after that. It was bread like rather than greasy. I stopped getting it and got a Boston cream instead.

Now who, other than myself, cares about my excursions to Starbucks and Rainbow Donuts? It is true that I text at least ten friends from Starbucks letting each know how I’m spending my Sunday. They’re my friends. They tolerate me and sometimes are even prompted to tell me what they are doing. Or, they send me an I love you like I have sent them.

Christy, my 12-step sponsor, recently sent me a picture of her on a camel. Now that is an interesting thing to do. She’s been in Croatia the last three weeks and is back home today. I was happy to get that picture.

My sister sends me long texts that I mostly don’t understand. I asked her if she was stoned on marijuana when she writes them. Answer, no. She also sends many little cartoons. In celebration of my 30 years of sobriety, she sent me Snoopy saying Yaaa! She has also sent me cartoon cats saying hi (I have two cats), a rabbit asleep on the quarter moon with the caption I love you and good night, and a penguin afloat on a raft with the caption chill out. My sister knows my anxiety has been out of control because of incredible debt accrued after a rainstorm left my condo completely flooded. The water mitigation and rebuild was $14,000. My insurance didn’t cover it. I put the money on a credit card with a 29% interest rate and drained my savings. Thus, the chill out penguin.

So now I have written about daily things in my life. Of course, the activities could be increased. I have decided enough is enough. I am retiring this blog.