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Grocery Day
Sep. 11th, 2015 12:49 pmGrocery day. So, yeah, my day is all out of joint. Let's play catch-up!
The night was as bad as I feared. Sammy yowls practically all night. Of course, my sleep is generally pretty broken up anyway - an hour here, a couple of hours there - but the cats make it worse, so that I can feel lucky if I manage to snatch a solid hour of sleep at a time. I am keeping them in today, because this afternoon is expected to be a repeat of yesterday.
As for the groceries ... I remember when I used to tell mother that she should take more fun in it, because it is not everyday that you get to spend a couple of hundred dollars. I now know how silly that is. There is some satisfaction in getting the goodies you want, but it is hardly like ... shopping for books. I suppose it is a lot of stuff to get at one time. The crowds and all the busy-ness doesn't help. It feels like we are cattle getting our provender. The chocolate milkshake helps a lot, though. I'm glad we switched from Jim's breakfast to lunch at Whataburger as part of the routine.
I may be getting a break today. Pop said he is going to Kay's place tonight. He is going to get her groceries, too. He says they live very sparingly over there. I only wonder how he does so well. If he were just burning through credit cards, one would think that gag should have been up years ago. Instead, he still plays 'the provider' very well. A couple of times a year he will belly ache about a water bill or a utilities bill, but we continue to live in the modest comfort to which we have long been accustomed. If Pop were a more virile sort, I'd suspect that he must have criminal connection and is a part of some sort of underground action - not an especially lucrative operation, but something to help us keep rolling.
The night was as bad as I feared. Sammy yowls practically all night. Of course, my sleep is generally pretty broken up anyway - an hour here, a couple of hours there - but the cats make it worse, so that I can feel lucky if I manage to snatch a solid hour of sleep at a time. I am keeping them in today, because this afternoon is expected to be a repeat of yesterday.
As for the groceries ... I remember when I used to tell mother that she should take more fun in it, because it is not everyday that you get to spend a couple of hundred dollars. I now know how silly that is. There is some satisfaction in getting the goodies you want, but it is hardly like ... shopping for books. I suppose it is a lot of stuff to get at one time. The crowds and all the busy-ness doesn't help. It feels like we are cattle getting our provender. The chocolate milkshake helps a lot, though. I'm glad we switched from Jim's breakfast to lunch at Whataburger as part of the routine.
I may be getting a break today. Pop said he is going to Kay's place tonight. He is going to get her groceries, too. He says they live very sparingly over there. I only wonder how he does so well. If he were just burning through credit cards, one would think that gag should have been up years ago. Instead, he still plays 'the provider' very well. A couple of times a year he will belly ache about a water bill or a utilities bill, but we continue to live in the modest comfort to which we have long been accustomed. If Pop were a more virile sort, I'd suspect that he must have criminal connection and is a part of some sort of underground action - not an especially lucrative operation, but something to help us keep rolling.
