Blogging with Guy – Monday, July 13, 2015

July 15, 2015 By vincent-uribe

Monday, July 13, 2015 I woke up at seven o’two. I weighed one hundred seventy-seven point five pounds in the bathroom. Downstairs, I made oatmeal with cinnamon sugar. The Dodge Grand Caravan number three nine one six at eight eleven. On the wheelchair van, I read new running magazines.  I arrived at The Arts of Life, Inc to see everybody at nine twenty. I drew a portrait of Margaret Denise Quigley in the studio. Sarah Pauline Gilbert, Lauren Celine Sparrow, Pablo Alonzo, Steve Harhaj, David Ray Krueger, Alex Scott, Linda Ruzga, and I did yoga. I went with Vincent Uribe to the café at ten thirty-one. I drew a portrait of Maggie Q by myself. I went back to the café at eleven thirty-five. I made tea with sugar for Lee Draus. In the afternoon, I heighted sixty-nine point seven five inches by myself. I went back to the café again by twelve twenty-seven pm. I solved a hard Sudoku in the Japanese book. Sarah Pauline Gilbert, Pablo, Steve, and I worked on Health Matters. I washed the red paintbrush and the white paintbrush. I went back to the café some more at one fifty-eight. On the Pace ADA Paratransit Service number three nine six six, I read magazines. I rested and closed my eyes. I arrived back home at three ten. In the late afternoon, Dad (Richard Russell Conners, Junior) drove me to Core Fitness and Physical Therapy to meet Jenny Moody, Francine Lorance, and the other people in our magnetic gray metallic Toyota Prius CII. We did spinning and stretching in class. We cleaned the bikes. I drove back home in the Frieske’s medium red Saturn SLI. Afterwards, upstairs I watched Weather Center on channel 270 in Mom and Dad’s room. In the evening I read the Chicago Tribune on my white iPad in the living room. I watched My Big Fat Greek Bob’s Burgers on the Firefox in the basement. I washed the cutting board, the knives, the white bowl, the lid, and container.In the late evening, I read the Sports Illustrated in my room. Today was national Grand Mariner day. In the late I went to sleep.