random thoughts – Day 1,426 – (Sunday) – another Sunday

Sunday again, which means Monday is right around the corner. Again. It's horrifying how they keep coming back week after week. The NFL declared this as the big super duper Sunday for the guys in the tight pants, but in my tiny world, it was just another Sunday with the usual activities.

Dance class and performance group were sandwiched between a lovely drive along a country road. On the ride back from dance, options were weighed. Peel off immediately at Route 13 and head to Fitchburg? Take the left at the turn to Nashua and visit the retail wonderland of  Daniel Webster Highway? Stop at the Market Basket on the Tyngsboro line? Just go straight home?

In general, options are sometimes dismissed consciously by driving past the turn off point. Some options are forgotten almost as quickly as the thought was conceived, and not remembered until much later. Other options are missed by being in the wrong lane for a turn while considering the reasons for making the side trip at all. 

Deliberations today came up empty on reasons for going to Fitchburg or Nashua. On the approach to Market Basket the car auto-piloted into the packed parking lot. It was crowded as I zipped the through the store, dodging carts and shoppers, wondering why I was even there. I got the weekly package of mushrooms, some rolls from the bakery discount rack, and some stuffed grape leaves and spanakopita twirls. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough, especially with no real reason to have been there in the first place.

Fan dancers!

Later, the big famous super duper football game was on with two teams I never paid attention to, but I was watching Netflix. I popped over to the game with 23 seconds left in the first half, and hung around for the half-time show. That show had it all. Singing and dancing. Usher surrounded by fan dancers. Roller skating. A marching band. Pole dancers. And a fleeting moment with a guy in shorts with white lace trimmed ankle socks. Did I really see that? And I want to learn fan dancing. And maybe pole dancing. Why not?

After the half-time show, it was yet another debate. Keep the game on and enjoy the Taylor Swift moments? Go back to the binge of Royal Pains on Netflix? Turn off the TV and read a book? Do something that doesn’t involve sitting on the couch?  All these decisions are exhausting. I need a life manager.