Meeting

So one of the nice things about summer vacation is that I lose track of the day and date.  The bad thing is I don't know what the date is in case I have to be somewhere.  Like today.  I have a union meeting in Wayne on the 26th.  I thought the 26th was Friday.  Then, yesterday, when I had to write a check for the plumber, I asked hubby what the date was.  Then several hours later it dawned on me - Hmmm..... if Wednesday is the 25th, that means Thursday is the 26th.  That means my meeting is Thursday.  Whoops.

But I still had time to spread mulch and compost on the rest of the property, start reading a new book, and go swimming.  I will soon be off to the meeting with a few stops on the way for cat food and hair dye/bleach/stripper.  I am excited that we get pizza at the meeting.  It makes up for the fact that I have to go to Wayne.  Not a fun place to drive.  Woo hoo!