… is not a day off.

Technically I should have been able to enjoy a bit of R & R today. I should have been able to sleep late, then sit around and do nothing.

Instead I was awake at 7:30 (and damn unhappy about it!) and trying to figure out what things needed to be done first. There was a very long list.

On the top was do my taxes.

I shoved it to the bottom. I hate doing taxes, even though mine are as simple as they come. I own nothing and essentially have no savings to speak of, so it’s not rocket science. I just get really nervous about it, so I avoid it.

I could also have spent time cleaning.

I could have spent time finishing up the chorus competition booklet or organizing the chorus makeup that I need to distribute.

I could have dusted or vacuumed.

I could have washed floors, or cleaned the kitchen.

But then my mother called….

So what did I end up doing? I ended up running all over creation trying to find a dress shirt in a spring color for her to give to my brother as an Easter gift.

This was a fruitless task. He has an 181/2 inch neck, and these shirts are not in your average department store.

Of course, while I was out, I found myself an Easter/birthday outfit and a couple of skorts for the summer (red and denim). I also got the undergarment of torture that I need to wear under my costume at competition.

I also found a really cool sweatshirt. At first it looks like a plain old black shirt, but when you look closely it has an extra wide strip of velcro across the front, and it came with velcro letters!

I can make up my own sayings and messages! This is a really neat thing to have competition morning for chorus breakfast and warm-ups.

it was on the sale rack for only $6.99. On that same rack was a pair of pajama bottoms that are red with black cats all over them. I got those too (even though they are almost two sizes too big – but who cares with jammies?), and I’ll wear those for warm-ups too.

These were the cool unexpected finds of the day.

I even drove twenty miles to see if a store that I knew my brother used to shop at had any shirts.

The store no longer exists.

So I made a quick run to the Walmart that was nearby to get nylons and contact lens stuff.

I found a neat bird house to give to my mother as an Easter gift, and got some goodies for my secret pal ( a current chorus thing that we do until competition).

But I never found a shirt.

I had an oh-so elegant dinner of Filet ‘O Fish and fries in the car (it’s Good Friday – no meat allowed) and then crawled back up the stairs to home.

I was gone from 2 until 8. It was like being out for a full school day!

I’m pooped.

And I’ll have to call my mother to tell her that I couldn’t find a shirt. I’m not happy.