I met Lily and Magnolia June at Costco and we strolled about, getting tomatoes and almonds and olive oil and other Costco-ian necessities. They weren't slinging the samples which was disappointing, of course. So afterwards we were hungry and went to the Indian buffet which is always good and then to the Goodwill bookstore. I found a copy of Grimm's fairytales, rather huge, and all of the stories are short and the language isn't too complex and I bought it, hoping that August will let me read a few to him.
No pictures, so...we'll have to see.
Maggie wanted a sticker thing so that's what I got her and then we parted ways and I went to Publix where I walked back and forth and around and about, trying to remember what I needed (list in hand), what I wanted, and attempting to come up with what to make for our supper tonight.
I'm at that place where I feel like I have cooked ALL OF THE FOODS IN ALL OF THE COMBINATIONS in the last week or two and I'm slap out of ideas.
I finally came up with making shrimp tacos which required yet another trip back to the produce section for cabbage and then to the international foods section for the tortillas and to the dairy case for sour cream and by the time I was checking out I was seriously afraid that whoever was monitoring the video cameras was going to call either the police or the EMT's on me.
Hell- I even paid for a prescription at the pharmacy desk and forgot to pick it up and had to go back THERE and how I even remembered that I'd forgotten is a mystery to me.
I'm blaming my spaciness on this crud I have and my stopped-up ear which makes everything sort of not-right and off balance. It's like having one foot in the real world and another foot in a different world (or perhaps one ear in the real world and another ear in a different world) and I'm constantly trying to figure out which world I'm in and what it is I might need in the other world.
I did remember to buy Kleenex which I haven't done in forever. In fact, I bought two boxes. One for my side of the bed and one for Mr. Moon's. He's still snotty too. We're the snotty couple. I should have just gone full-on old lady and bought some of those little plastic packets of Kleenex you can tuck into your purse. Next thing you know I'll be keeping a tissue or two rolled up in the sleeve of the ratty cardigan I wear over my polyester housedress.
But, needs must, as the Brits say, and so it goes.
Since I'd walked about fourteen miles in the grocery store I was exhausted when I got home and I did take a little nap. I woke up and made a sort of cilantro, cabbage, and red onion slaw to go on the tacos. I thawed out the shrimp I had in the freezer and they're marinating in some spices and lime juice and will actually probably be ceviche here in a few minutes although I'm going to cook them anyway.
And this is the way it is today in the life of a sixty-five year old woman in the reign of the Orange Intestine. Have you seen the video where his advisors have to keep telling him how long it's going to take to get a coronavirus immunization ready for public use? And that no, you can't just use the regular flu shot. Having this man who probably couldn't give you the chemical name of fucking oxygen if you held a gun to his head assure us all that everything is totally under control is beyond ridiculous. He's so fucking stupid that even now, as he is learning (maybe) that science is the only thing that's going to save our asses as well as the stock market and thus, his presidency, he's not going to learn a thing either about or from any of it and will still believe that Greta Thunberg needs to chill and watch some Netflix, have a slumber party with her besties where they can roll their hair, have pillow fights wearing half slips, and giggle about boys.
Let's all pull up our big person underwear, gird our loins, and proceed onwards! Too late to stock up on hand sanitizer or even rubbing alcohol because that shit has all been bought up. I recommend buying vodka. You can not only drink it, you can use it as a disinfectant! Purell can't make that claim, now can they?
No. No they cannot.
See you tomorrow.