I woke up late at 10:45am.
I walked downstairs.
My 11-year-old dog Christy stared at me with inviting eyes.
I hand-on-hipped talked to my sister on the phone.
She conveyed to me that she needed to be picked up from the 11:20am Express bus from Manhattan to Staten Island.
I picked out a chocolate granola square to eat for breakfast.
“This is the one,” I said aloud.
I apologize for such a graphic photo so early on in this blog entry.
My Mom and I planned to get coffee.
I needed shoes.
I teased my left foot with my sister’s expensive Tory Burch flip flops. But decided against wearing them. I did not want to stretch them out. Or be accused of stretching them out.
I have wide feed.
In my Adidas flip flops, I bent over and pet my dog under her chin.
She shunned me by looking away.
We got in the car.
I dropped my yellow-shirted Mother on the corner.
She walked towards Starbucks as if it were a Goddess calling her by name.
I drove down the block to Dunkin Donuts.
Ordered a small iced coffee with milk. No sugar.
My Mom waited on the corner as I drove back.
We sipped our respective drinks.
My Mom held the green straw to her lip.
I dropped my Mom home.
Drove to the bus stop.
I waited 25 minutes for my sister and her boyfriend, Adam, to arrive.
I texted my friend Katherine to “see what she was up to today?”
Emily and Adam got off the bus.
We dropped Adam off.
And went to New York and Company, a woman’s clothing store.
Emily picked out a blue and white ruffled/checkered tank top.
What a wonderful shirt to wear on the Fourth of July!
I took Emily to Starbucks.
The second trip to Starbucks of the day.
For lunch, I found bagel slices in the fridge.
I needed cream cheese.
I look to my left.
And see an entire dish of cream cheese.
What a lucky day!
I ate the toasted bagel slices on the porch with my Dad.
Christy walked over all non-chalant then begged for food.
I rubbed her face with my foot.
My sister’s birthday was July 3rd.
I had wrapped presents for her.
I lovingly threw her the presents one by one.