I was going to say nothing that's not work-related...and then I reminded myself that every Tues. I meet some of my favorite people on the dance floor. :)
"Saturdays are sacred," James used to say. Saturday, I leave early to do a long bike ride. James would train with his bike club and we would all meet at Java Depot, a coffee shop on the Pacific Coast 101. I would get to hang out with the fittest and fastest riders. Then James, who would be tired enough from his training ride, would ride home with me at my pace. James no longer rides, but he drives to Java and I still ride there to see our Bike Club friends.
MD, I'm with you on the paper. Sunday morning is just not the same with out the New York Times in bed.
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Mourningdove says,
We used to get the paper on Sunday and strew it all over reading bits to each other. I stopped delivery to save money,but I really miss it.Steve__Anthony says,
Call my mother Thursday night and visit her every weekend.Mourningdove says,
Aw! That is so sweet. I'm glad you still have your mom.Believe says,
I mail hats on Tuesdays.I host a large family dinner every Wednesday night.
I sleep in on Sundays.
accidentaltourist says,
I was going to say nothing that's not work-related...and then I reminded myself that every Tues. I meet some of my favorite people on the dance floor. :)DynamicDbytheC says,
"Saturdays are sacred," James used to say. Saturday, I leave early to do a long bike ride. James would train with his bike club and we would all meet at Java Depot, a coffee shop on the Pacific Coast 101. I would get to hang out with the fittest and fastest riders. Then James, who would be tired enough from his training ride, would ride home with me at my pace. James no longer rides, but he drives to Java and I still ride there to see our Bike Club friends.Level1 says,
MD, I'm with you on the paper. Sunday morning is just not the same with out the New York Times in bed.