“Let’s plan our weekend,” I say to Sal as I pour my coffee. “What do you want to do today?”
“Nothing.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“Nothing.”
I laugh. So Nothing is our plan. Today we hang around, rearrange things on the counter, blow bubbles into the rotating fan, have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch and reheated lasagna for dinner. The most like a “Thing” that we do is take the kids for a walk in the park after dinner.
Tonight, I pop popcorn and convince Sal to watch Apollo 13 with me. I re-discovered that we owned it when the baby pulled a bunch of DVDs out of the cabinet. I’ve never seen it, but Sal has.
“You sure you don’t mind watching it again?” I ask.
“No, that’s fine. I’ll work on my website while we watch.”
I guess that’s also kind of a Thing. But whatever. Close enough.
What am I grateful for today?
It was a lemony-orange sort of evening at the park. Cool and warm at the same time. Northern California early evenings are pleasant dichotomies.
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