Thirty-two Trees

I’m beginning to like Wednesdays. Not because they’re hump day; I generally work as hard on weekends as weekdays, so I’m not counting down to Saturday. All of my Wednesday piano students have decamped to Mondays or Fridays, days that in previous years no one seemed to want. Monday is Heather’s bowling day. Tuesdays we go to the library. Thursdays are Special Needs Activity days and sing-alongs at the senior center. Fridays we do the marketing. We’d decided Wednesday should be swimming day, but so far that hasn’t happened. Our neighborhood pool is closed for the season, and if it wasn’t it would be closed for repairs. The pool at the rec center is fine, but our memberships have lapsed. Our swimsuits are looking pretty ratty, and the only thing worse than wearing a worn-out swimsuit is shopping for a new one. So at the moment, Wednesdays are our stay-at-home-and-sew-while-watching-Disney-movies days. I can live with that.