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It's after five o'clock, and this is my first blurt. But it is grocery day. Of course, even on grocery day, I am usually able to fire something off before now, but I was dead tired when Pop and I were done with our rounds. I read a little of my novel and caught up at PolitiCartoons, and it was sleepy time.
It was a bit of an early morning. When I woke up at seven, I was thinking it would be nice to get up now and have some cereal before our busy day. However, I simply intended to drop the plate for the cats to eat and come back to bed and see about getting another hour of shuteye. But you know how plans go. When I opened the patio door, I could hear the rain clapping against the tin roof. It came, after all. Early in the week they were calling loud for rain, but before long they wiped out those chances. And now here it is anyway. Our weather forecasters have an ever more tenuous grip on what our climate is doing.
I kept the plate inside. Fortunately, I had some very hungry cats on my hands. Coco and Sammy came inside right away. I started worrying when Ash remained outside. I know how she can be. This time, though, she gave in within fifteen minutes and joined the other two feline outlaws. I was so grateful. I did not have that much time to humor her before Pop and I had to leave. I then had my cereal and some orange juice, skipping the apple, keeping it simple, and I spent a little quality time with "Finale".
Unlike last week, our grocery trips went smooth and sweet. There was not even a line, and there was a register open and ready to go when we stepped up. It was a relatively light load too, a mid-month load, the "small grocery". The rest also went without a hitch, except that Pop did not have my allowance ready. He said he needed to stop at the bank. I told him that he could wait until Monday, and he was happy to take me up on that. I am a little puzzled by this. We are talking about such a small sum, hardly worth of special banking transaction. He usually carries a good deal more than that in his wallet as a matter of convenience as well as manly pride. It doesn't matter. I have more books than I can read and more shows than I can watch. I can wait.
One more sweet note. Pop is spending the night over there, getting her groceries again. Maybe this will be the new standard routine. It makes my Friday night positively lovely, rather than being crowded out of the kitchen again, and making it harder for me to tend to the cats. I thought about having my steak for dinner again, like I did last time, but I realized that would only make my question about what to do for lunch tomorrow more difficult, so I am holding off.
It was a bit of an early morning. When I woke up at seven, I was thinking it would be nice to get up now and have some cereal before our busy day. However, I simply intended to drop the plate for the cats to eat and come back to bed and see about getting another hour of shuteye. But you know how plans go. When I opened the patio door, I could hear the rain clapping against the tin roof. It came, after all. Early in the week they were calling loud for rain, but before long they wiped out those chances. And now here it is anyway. Our weather forecasters have an ever more tenuous grip on what our climate is doing.
I kept the plate inside. Fortunately, I had some very hungry cats on my hands. Coco and Sammy came inside right away. I started worrying when Ash remained outside. I know how she can be. This time, though, she gave in within fifteen minutes and joined the other two feline outlaws. I was so grateful. I did not have that much time to humor her before Pop and I had to leave. I then had my cereal and some orange juice, skipping the apple, keeping it simple, and I spent a little quality time with "Finale".
Unlike last week, our grocery trips went smooth and sweet. There was not even a line, and there was a register open and ready to go when we stepped up. It was a relatively light load too, a mid-month load, the "small grocery". The rest also went without a hitch, except that Pop did not have my allowance ready. He said he needed to stop at the bank. I told him that he could wait until Monday, and he was happy to take me up on that. I am a little puzzled by this. We are talking about such a small sum, hardly worth of special banking transaction. He usually carries a good deal more than that in his wallet as a matter of convenience as well as manly pride. It doesn't matter. I have more books than I can read and more shows than I can watch. I can wait.
One more sweet note. Pop is spending the night over there, getting her groceries again. Maybe this will be the new standard routine. It makes my Friday night positively lovely, rather than being crowded out of the kitchen again, and making it harder for me to tend to the cats. I thought about having my steak for dinner again, like I did last time, but I realized that would only make my question about what to do for lunch tomorrow more difficult, so I am holding off.
