Well, I will have one. Eventually.
I’m thankful today that I managed to get through yesterday without losing my wallet.
See, I went shopping again. Errands. The bank. The library. All kinds of opportunities—just like the day before—except, this time, I kept track of the wallet. Yay, me!
The other thing for which I am thankful—it was a very thankful sort of day—is that I got the last two Christmas presents. You know, the two that occur to you in the middle of the night. When you think, “Ooops, I forgot so-and-so,” or “Golly, whosiwatsis probably isn’t going to like that. I better get her another little something.”
Got ’em. Wrapped ’em. Stuck ’em under the tree.
Efficiency!
And the third thing for which I’m thankful—told you it was a very thankful sort of day—is the walk I took to the new Park-and-Ride.
First, the weather was gorgeous. 72 and sunny. Second, the MotH* walked halfway there with me—because the pizza place is on the way. Third, well…it is precisely 1.09 miles to the Park-and-Ride. Not as good, perhaps, as if it were precisely 0.25 miles to the Park-and-Ride, but, still…a reasonable walking distance.
I cannot wait until actual buses begin to show up at the Park-and-Ride. I don’t know their ETA, but the Park-and-Ride is an exciting development for these transplants from the big city. The idea that I might be able to get on a bus and go into Jacksonville to a play or a museum is very appealing.
There’s no earthly reason we couldn’t drive into Jacksonville to a play or a museum—and we have—but it just seems easier to take public transportation. When you spend years in NYC and can get anywhere by subway, the fact that you suddenly have to drive everywhere seems unreasonable. It is far too easy to decide not to go, instead. Plus, one learns too late that one cannot eat the way one did when days were spent trekking around the city, up and down subway stairs.
I have high hopes of the Park-and-Ride. Cross your fingers!
* MotH = Man of the House
