On Thursday, I hauled my biscuit out of bed to go to trekking class with Goldie. Trekking is like spin class, but with treadmills and it turns out to be the only time I don't totally hate running. And, Goldie was there.
I wanted to skip, especially when I got up and realized there was no coffee. Why was there no coffee? I had done most of the grocery shopping at Fareway, the cheap grocery store. There were a few things on the list that we needed from a fancier grocery store, close to where the Tiger works, so I asked Tiger to pick up four things:
1. Radichhio--one head
2. Coffee
3. Farro--four cups dry
4. eggplant-1
Not only did I make him a list, but I also walked him through the list, discussed my expectations for the list, then text messaged him the list when he forgot it. You can imagine my frustration when I awoke to find no coffee made, but no coffee in the whole house. I scraped by with the six beans we had left, but I was pretty ticked off.
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| Coffee scavenger hunt |
Then, I check the farro. He didn't get four cups dry. I barely got 1.5 cups dry! Grr! Yes, I was mad. It was 4:42 in the morning, and I was waiting to drink six-bean coffee. I measured.
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| I said FOUR cups. |
Then, I got to trekking and it was cool. It was a hard class, very sweaty, but I was glad I went. And, it was nice to see Goldie. One of my favorite things about Goldie is that even though she super fit, she always takes the time to express a companionable complaint in the hardness of a class.
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| This lady loves to trek. |
That's all you get for today. I am playing catch up, so your insight is getting slashed. And format.
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| I did stuff. |
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| Post Trekking Daze |
It is the mayor's birthday, so be sure to send him your vibes of joy and malt.
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