Behold the Green Tomato

JE calls it the green tomato, in addition to refusing to drive the car. Its sort of funny to drive down the street and watch onlooking youths slug each other when I pass. I once came out of a wedding reception and several very drunk girls were perched on the back in various poses taking pictures. [Come on ladies, its not like its a Porsche.] I flicked my key and the car beeped and lights flashed, to which they burst into embarrassed giggles. Yesterday I loaded groceries into the back, got in, started the car and looked up at a very startled boy about to touch the hood. It had apparently been designated the end point for a game he and his brother were playing while waiting for mom. He looked quite shocked when he saw me in the car. Whoops.

I find myself being very lazy these past few days. All I want to do is sit in my house and read or putter around cleaning and doing random chores. I think I am getting sort of bored. I suppose if this was my retirement, I would find lots of stuff to do, but since its only temporary I just sort of do whatever suits. Sleeping, a lot. Reading, a lot. In fact, I think my day will consist of a trip to the library, shopping at the farmer's market and golf. Its ladies night on the golf course, so B and I will play six holes. I haven't even hit a ball for weeks. Regardless, I'm pretty terrible so it doesn't much matter until I commit to doing more to get better. Its not in the budget or on my daily list of to dos. I think I better go early and hit the range.