|06:45 pm - following Friday|
Friday was more like a regular day. The main difference was playing tag with the FedEx delivery folks. Frustrating...
I went out to go for what is becoming my regular walk to the library. I read fast, and I like to read, so the library is wonderful. I don't have the wherewithal to buy all the books I want to read, so I am grateful to have a library branch in walking distance. I can log on, put in a hold request, and they will bring the books to me! I love browsing shelves too, but I really like the small satellite library model since it allows me access to library books from all over the system without having to go all the way to a central branch. Which I wouldn't do nearly as often.
I walked home thru the Crossroads park behind the mall. This is becoming my regular route; it's a nice park and a nice walk of about 40 minutes round-trip. There is a community p-patch, a golf course, community center, and lots of older trees. The topography is gentle and the paths are designed to be accommodating for people with mobility issues or assistive equipment. It's bigger than it looks - that golf course, for one thing - and I have come to really enjoy walking thru it on my home leg of the library trip.
The FedEx fiasco was just one of those things that illustrates my amazing sense of timing. I came home from the walk to find a sticker on the door, saying they needed a signature and due to the nature of the delivery had not left it at the office. I called my brother to let him know that I had missed the package, but that I was home for the rest of the afternoon. I sat and read my book for the next few hours, waiting. Then, when I opened the front door to go out and check the mail, there was another delivery attempt sticker. Apparently during the one time I stepped into the bathroom, the delivery person came by again. Sigh. My brother didn't really care; he wasn't expecting the package until Monday anyway, but still.