4 o'clock! How can it be
for o'clock p.m.? Seems like I just got up granted I did sleep in
till seven something but still I was hours ago and now the days
almost gone. I could blame daylight savings time that seems to be the
finest in the best excuse to use. I haven't really done anything
except watch a few dishes early this morning, early being after I got
up. Looks like a nice day outside even though the sun is not out the
temperature is actually the 50s. I went out a few minutes ago just a
test the day that felt good on my short sleeves – – that's right
I worn short sleeves today. Truth is I pulled out what I thought was
a longsleeved black shirt and was one of the shorties. I was too lazy
to rehang the garment so here I am short sleeves of all sitting in
front of my computer with my trusty dusty space heater blasting away.
I'm not going to make a
federal case out of this. In fact I'm kind of glad that it happened
since it's the end of the month and I want to spend as little money
as possible before the next influx of federal money appears, like
magic into my bank account. On Friday morning when Annette was
finished with my morning program and heading out we agreed that she
would return on Saturday at 2:30 PM for the weekly two-hour
housecleaning. Typically, Annette comes at 1:30 PM so I noted the
difference in time and since I'm pretty much chained to the apartment
made little difference what time but as the day wandered on 2:30 PM
came and went and there was no Annette. I guess I could've called or
texted but I figured something must've come up. As I alluded to
that's okay because that's $40 I saved. Sadly however I weakened and
climbed the bus and headed south to Walmart for some materials that
by regular market, across the street, were out of, spending $30 in
the process. It was nice to be at a market that didn't seem to be so
traumatized by the Covid virus. There were fewer people at Walmart
that I'm used to on a Saturday but I didn't see shelves depleted of
materials. I did not get the panic feeling to hoard but I felt down
my Fresh Market.I was kind of surprised because the Walmart meat
counter had packages of fresh hamburger formulated into patties
similar to what I was searching for at the Fresh Market across the
street. The only difference was these patties look very handmade
purses to the exact replication patties that Fresh market sells. The
only problem is the handmade patties are like two of the F M patties.
I wish I had been thinking more clearly and picked up a tomato are
two. I have a number of hamburger buns that were rescued from the
sharing shelf. I think I'll fry up the burgers to write hamburger
sandwiches behalf throughout the next week. Looks like I took off on
another tangent and I guess I should apologize but will not. I'm
worried about Annette and will most likely be okay when she wanders
in tomorrow morning for my Monday morning program. She will tell me
about her 91-year-old mother, her new chicks which are quickly
becoming pullets or the status of her hospice patient that takes up
so much of her time. Everything will be fine you'll see. Annette will
have a great excuse…
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