There are some of the faux potatoes I picked up today. Soon I will take great joy in dousing them with gasoline and burning their asses up. It took me hours, crawling around on my knees under branches of cherry laurel and nandina and also thorn vines to get those and besides that, the ground where I was crawling is heavily littered with old broken bottles and glass of every description because people have been living in this house for over a hundred and fifty years and the public dump is a fairly recent invention. I also discovered barbed wire and rusted fencing and two animal dens. I did not cut myself but did find a tick on me.
It was exciting!
Besides all of that, I trimmed and hauled dead things and watered the (mostly dead) porch plants and speaking of trash, I took that down the road including the recycle stuff and so I feel like I've earned my salt today. Which is so silly but that's how I am.
The grocery store was lovely as the grocery store always is and as I wandered slowly around the aisles I thought about how very different the grocery store is when you're an old grandma than it is when you're a young mother with one or more children, some of whom tend to throw melt-down, full-on tantrums every time they go out into public. No, it's just not the same and when I say "not the same" I mean a hell of a lot easier and more pleasant in many ways. Not that I don't enjoy going to the grocery with Lily and the boys but mostly I just wheel the kids around like a race car driver and amuse the children and take them to the water fountain repeatedly and embarrass Lily by doing silly voices and dancing to the Muzak to make the kids laugh. So today was real shopping and I meandered and I wandered and I came home with all sorts of crap that no one in this world needs like organic Rooibos tea as well as the Valerian tea and night cream which guarantees to do something about my wrinkles but it doesn't specify what. I do not expect any miracles. Which reminds me of one of my favorite newspaper comics, Pickles. There was one recently where the old lady's grandson was watching her put her face cream on. "What's that?" he asked her. "Wrinkle cream," said the old lady. "That stuff really works!" the grandson said.
Yes. I am now a woman who relates to a comic strip about two old people.
Okay. Let me ask you a question- do you ever not buy something because it's on Buy One Get One Free? I was going to buy some reduced fat sour cream today but it was BOGO and I did not want but one and yes, I could have given the other to Lily I suppose, but I probably wouldn't remember and it would just go to waste so I didn't buy any. Is that silly? I hate the idea of food going bad plus it just takes up space in the refrigerator where all the Greek yogurt and condiments and leftovers go. I did, however, buy the BOGO hummus and yes, I know, I should make my own and sometimes I do but BOGO!
So it's been a good day and I got a picture of Elvis' love child. Here she is!
And here's one more picture.
That's all right. As long as I'm tough enough to endure the hard parts, I'll be lucky enough to enjoy the glories. And that sort of sums up everything, doesn't it?
Enjoy your evening.