Town. Shopping. No.
I did that today. I went over to the New House as we shall call it and hung out with Jess and Vergil and Mr. Moon, and Jessie and I wandered through the house over and over discussing wall colors and Mr. Moon and Vergil went around with measuring devices and tapped walls and talked about things like lines and support beams and oh hell if I know.
The original doorbell works. Which is so awesome.
Then I went shopping. I wanted...a new rug for the kitchen by the sink. How simple is that? And yet, I went to four goddamn stores and didn't find one rug I wanted. I did get to hug Billy at the New Leaf so all was not completely in vain. Then I went to Publix. By the time I got home, I had resolved never to shop again. Except maybe for groceries and chicken waterers.
I mean seriously. Have you SEEN some of the shite they have for sale in the retail establishments these days? They had these shoes at Ross that were golden and looked like an unholy alliance between sneakers, sandals, charm bracelets and high heels. Pantsuits seem to be coming back into vogue. Polyester pantsuits.
I'll just skip the fashion industry this year if you don't mind.
And might I just say- are we really destroying the planet for crap like this?
It would appear we are. I honestly do not know whether to laugh or cry. Laugh until I cry? Cry until I laugh?
Anyway, after I got home I got down to it. I baked two loaves of bread, made three tomato pies, a huge pot of chicken soup and two prune cakes.
Some of this is to be eaten tonight and some will be taken to Kathleen and her husband tomorrow. Lily and Jason and the boys are here and it's sort of a party.
Sometimes I feel so old and sometimes I think, "Oh hell, I'm doing okay for an old woman."
But seriously- I'm staying out of the centers of commerce. That shit will age you. Or at least me.
Owen just ran onto the back porch and locked the door.
"Why did you lock the door?" I asked him.
"Zombies," he said.
There you go.