DAY 25

I promised my aunt I would go to Costco today and get dog food for her. She was going to go on Sunday and I insisted that she let me go. I told her that I would go early this morning because they only let shoppers over sixty come between 8 and 9:00. Last night I dreamed that I was at Costco and there was no dog food. I searched and searched but could not find any kind whatsoever. I got up early and arrived at Costco at 7:55. It was pouring rain. People were lined up all the way around to the back of the building waiting to get in. Those people were not waiting the required number of feet apart, either. They only let a certain number of people in at a time, so the line was not really moving. I took one look at that and decided that those dogs could eat something else. They will eat cat poop for crying out loud.  My daughter told me that her brother in law waited for two hours to get into Costco recently. What in the world could they possibly have that would make someone wait for two hours? It's not like you are getting tickets to a wicked awesome concert. Nothing could possess me to wait in that line. I went home. I ordered some dog food from Pet Smart, drove up to the store and they loaded it in the back of my car. I won't be going to Costco again for a good long time.

Miss Nine and I spent some time working on math and then she wrote a letter to her aunt. We did some house work and read for an hour. She played the piano and her recorder. Then it was lunch and nap time.

I bought myself a new bike. It arrived in a box today, lots of assembly required. My husband and I put it together while Miss Nine played in the box. When we had it all together Miss Nine and I went for a bike ride. I have a very nice bike that I bought a few years ago, but after knee surgery and a fall off the bike I was not feeling very confident riding any more. So this is what I bought, a one way ticket to geezerville.