Well god, I went to town. I went to BEST BUY! I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate that place and not just because they have all the delicious Apple products which I cannot buy. No, they have TOO MUCH NOISE AND TOO MUCH BLACK STUFF AND PEOPLE WHO ARE VERY, VERY YOUNG WHO LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M DRIVING A BUGGY BECAUSE I WANT TO BUY A CD WALKMAN!
Hey- it was a CD player, not a tape player (and they do have one of those, oh yes they do. One.)
I also went to World Market. They always want your damn phone number and e-mail address. I said, "I don't do that."
The woman behind the counter didn't seem to give a shit, and for that, I am grateful.
I know they can find my phone number and e-mail address if they want to. I just find it absurd and refuse to participate.
And then I went to Target and it happened again- before I had my card back in my wallet and my wallet in my purse, the cashier had already rung up and bagged the purchase of the person behind me.
Shit, pe0ple! Why are we in such a damn hurry? There was no one behind the person behind me either. I think I hate this because it makes me feel old. Like, "Oh, god, these OLD people. They take so LONG!" Don't even get me started about what happens if you happen to want to pay with cash and TAKE THE INFINITELY INCREDIBLY SUPER LONG TIME IT TAKES TO GET EXACT CHANGE OUT OF YOUR WALLET!
Again with the looks like I've no doubt got a horse tied up outside while you're counting out your pennies.
I guess I am old. I screwed up at least three POS (that's point of service, not piece of shit) debit card machine transactions. One was NOT my fault, okay?
Anyway, after all of that I went to the liquor store where I ran into an old neighbor-friend and we sat there in front of the beer coolers and talked for probably forty-five minutes. It was GREAT! She mentioned she had company coming but she didn't care. "So what?" she said. "I don't even like 'em that much." We discussed everything from our kids to New Yorker short stories to my obsession with Keith Richards. And how much we hate leaving our houses.
So I've had a big day. HUGE! I even went to the library too. Yeah, I know. I go to the library all the time. I am counting down the days before the new branch library opens on "my" side of town. (Nine days.)
But now I'm home and Mr. Moon will be here in awhile and the venison is about ready and I need to get the sheets off the line. Practice my dramatic reading of Masque Of The Red Death because we're doing that on Friday and there are still passages that trip me up.
Oh well. Hopefully, everyone will be drunk and not notice. Monticello is good about that.
And that's it. Oh shit. I just realized I forgot to buy shortening for the biscuits. Well, I shall improvise. I am home and all is well and I can figure it out. Right after I go feed the horse her oats and wash down ye olde buggy and take my corset off and beat my rugs with a rug beater and my eggs with an egg beater and post this on that newfangled interweb thingee.
If you're reading this, I somehow managed. Will wonders never fucking cease?