Ron did a transfer station run to recycle five huge bags of paper!
I attended writers group and checked in at Town Hall about our property taxes, which are due on Friday.
Visited the Bike Collective in North Adams. I couldn’t balance on the first bike, so they attached it to a stand. Had difficulty pedaling, right knee hurt. Great people, beyond helpful and kind.
Picked up our produce at Wild Soul River.
Hard to think about anything but the election next week.
The prompt for today’s writing session was “It was an ordinary day until it wasn’t.”
As I recall, everyone else wrote about a day that ends badly: an almost drowning, an almost hunting accident, a son becoming very ill, a terrible accident resulting in multiple surgeries, an abusive father exploding because his daughter spoke her mind.
Ever the contrarian, I wrote about a cousin-by-adoption who won a million dollars on a scratch ticket and the more or less happy dilemmas he must have faced once he recovered from the initial shock.
It occurred to me that we have so many opportunities here for creativity: writing, drawing, songwriting. And that’s just a sample.