Playing Hooky

A midday follow-up dental appointment on a 70 degree day screams, “Don’t go back to school!”

Having anticipated this scenario, and being a mostly responsible sort, I pre-arranged my ditching so as not to raise any eyebrows or concern. [Flashback to senior year of high school when BFF and I regularly ditched last period Study Hall in favor of General Hospital and learning to drink coffee before college, then lied outright to school authorities the next morning. What were we thinking?!]

I hit Merrifield, Meadows Farm, and Costco in rapid succession, grabbing grass seed, Hollytone, several kinds of enticing native plants in smaller (cheaper) pots; then finally a truck-bed load of organic garden soil bags for the school garden along with three packs of pristine garden gloves in two sizes. All of this while being mostly outside on a blue-sky, no-clouds afternoon. 

Each beggar on every median strip I passed got cash today, too. Why shouldn’t generosity be the price of playing hooky?!