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Authors: Anna Mychals
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the team is top heavy on seniors so we’ll need to start grooming the underclassman to fill the void for the following year. Thank goodness she’s a planner like me, always thinking ahead. I can’t work when things are in disarray.
As I start heating up water in the kettle, I search the cupboard for tea. When I pry open the airtight can of my favorite loose tea, I notice that I don’t have enough for one cup. I look farther into the cupboard and find that I don’t even have a crappy bag of tea. Tea bags are always my last option. When I searched the internet this past week, I found that my favorite tea store is in another town about thirty minutes away. Since the mall closes at six p.m. on Sundays I probably will have to wait until Monday to stock up. I can also do a little “back to school” shopping as well to maximize gas and my time.
With my stomach growling I open the food pantry. The only thing I have is crackers? I walk back to the fridge. Nothing. Nada. Zippo. I think I need to start another list – a grocery list. When did I get so unorganized? I guess I was just too focused on getting the house painted and furnished that I forgot about the main staples that keep me fueled. Looking at the stove clock, I notice only fifteen minutes has gone by. Nate said that there was a coffee shop about a mile from the house. I could just take my bike and make a quick trip so I don’t pass out on Jackson today.
I make my way back upstairs and throw on a bra under my t-shirt and pull on a pair of running shorts. That brings up another thing, what will I wear today? Crap! I just remembered that I’m out of sunscreen. I doubt a drug store would be open this early but I’ll see while I am out. If not, I believe that one of my UV protective long sleeved shirts is washed. I can pair it with my jogging capris. With my face moisturizer having SPF 15 and wearing a hat, I think that can shield my face. I’ll just have to apply the moisturizer to my ears and the back of my neck. Being a victim of how the sun reflects off the water, I can assure you that it can invade places that you don’t even realize until it’s too late.
Peddling my way downtown, I notice the air. It’s not thick and polluted like LA. I used to have to check the air quality before I went for a hike, bike or a run. There were times that we had to practice cross country and track in the school because it would not be safe for the kids. The kids enjoyed it though. They would weave through the hallways like they were running the amazing race. We only had one casualty – Mr. Kilburn. He stepped out without looking both ways. He had a black eye and a few scratches. I told him that he could make up a good story about how he thwarted attackers while saving me instead of telling people that he was tackled by a bunch a girls. He didn’t find that humorous at all. After that, I started sending emails to the teachers making them aware of our “indoor” practice. We bypassed Mr. Kilburn’s room altogether.
As I get closer to downtown, I notice the Mediterranean flair with a little bit of modern American accents. I hop off my bike and start slowly pushing down the sidewalk. Avenida Del Mar seems to have a little bit of everything lining its way. Of course, with it being before seven on a Sunday, most shops are closed. What brings a smile to my face is a store that sells specialty teas. Maybe I won’t have to get in my car at all tomorrow. I can just come down here and find most of what I need. Thankfully I see a coffee shop. Thank goodness it’s open because my stomach is not growling anymore, it’s roaring.
Opening the door, I notice a familiar face in line. Rory turns around and a big smile crosses her face. Rory accepts her beverage from the barista, then turns and embraces me in a tender hug. I feel a little awkward because I’ve never had a fellow female my age give me such a warm greeting. Rory is about two years older than me. She stands at my
As I start heating up water in the kettle, I search the cupboard for tea. When I pry open the airtight can of my favorite loose tea, I notice that I don’t have enough for one cup. I look farther into the cupboard and find that I don’t even have a crappy bag of tea. Tea bags are always my last option. When I searched the internet this past week, I found that my favorite tea store is in another town about thirty minutes away. Since the mall closes at six p.m. on Sundays I probably will have to wait until Monday to stock up. I can also do a little “back to school” shopping as well to maximize gas and my time.
With my stomach growling I open the food pantry. The only thing I have is crackers? I walk back to the fridge. Nothing. Nada. Zippo. I think I need to start another list – a grocery list. When did I get so unorganized? I guess I was just too focused on getting the house painted and furnished that I forgot about the main staples that keep me fueled. Looking at the stove clock, I notice only fifteen minutes has gone by. Nate said that there was a coffee shop about a mile from the house. I could just take my bike and make a quick trip so I don’t pass out on Jackson today.
I make my way back upstairs and throw on a bra under my t-shirt and pull on a pair of running shorts. That brings up another thing, what will I wear today? Crap! I just remembered that I’m out of sunscreen. I doubt a drug store would be open this early but I’ll see while I am out. If not, I believe that one of my UV protective long sleeved shirts is washed. I can pair it with my jogging capris. With my face moisturizer having SPF 15 and wearing a hat, I think that can shield my face. I’ll just have to apply the moisturizer to my ears and the back of my neck. Being a victim of how the sun reflects off the water, I can assure you that it can invade places that you don’t even realize until it’s too late.
Peddling my way downtown, I notice the air. It’s not thick and polluted like LA. I used to have to check the air quality before I went for a hike, bike or a run. There were times that we had to practice cross country and track in the school because it would not be safe for the kids. The kids enjoyed it though. They would weave through the hallways like they were running the amazing race. We only had one casualty – Mr. Kilburn. He stepped out without looking both ways. He had a black eye and a few scratches. I told him that he could make up a good story about how he thwarted attackers while saving me instead of telling people that he was tackled by a bunch a girls. He didn’t find that humorous at all. After that, I started sending emails to the teachers making them aware of our “indoor” practice. We bypassed Mr. Kilburn’s room altogether.
As I get closer to downtown, I notice the Mediterranean flair with a little bit of modern American accents. I hop off my bike and start slowly pushing down the sidewalk. Avenida Del Mar seems to have a little bit of everything lining its way. Of course, with it being before seven on a Sunday, most shops are closed. What brings a smile to my face is a store that sells specialty teas. Maybe I won’t have to get in my car at all tomorrow. I can just come down here and find most of what I need. Thankfully I see a coffee shop. Thank goodness it’s open because my stomach is not growling anymore, it’s roaring.
Opening the door, I notice a familiar face in line. Rory turns around and a big smile crosses her face. Rory accepts her beverage from the barista, then turns and embraces me in a tender hug. I feel a little awkward because I’ve never had a fellow female my age give me such a warm greeting. Rory is about two years older than me. She stands at my
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