I have taken no pictures today so I just snapped that one. You may have seen the lovely couple before. They hang on my porch wall above the table where I write and they were purchased at a Goodwill many years ago. Thus, the raggedyness of them. And dustiness. The little man under the Spanish lady's arm could be interpreted as her son or, alternatively, a very small dancing partner.
He does have a very neat mustache. He is suave. And debonair.
I am not sure when I began hanging strange things on the walls but it's now definitely a favorite decorating method of mine. Of course some things are made to hang on walls. Decorative plates, pictures, mirrors, cute and/or artistic signs. I just take it all a step further with dolls and rooting plants and pretty boxes, seashells, aprons, maybe a basket or two. I mean- why not? It's my house. I can do what pleases me and I have come to realize that there are no wall-police who will come and arrest you and take you to bad-wall-hanging-objects jail.
I did go shopping. I got all worked up about it this morning. I mean SERIOUSLY worked up. And then it poured rain. And then it quit. And I finally got in the car with my list and hand sanitizer and spray alcohol and so on and so forth and drove to Costco first because that comes first when I drive into town on the back roads rather than the interstate.
At first I was overwhelmed because I haven't seen that many people at once in almost a month. Then I realized that I had a list and I knew where everything was and I could just quickly go from one item to the next and then check out. Which I did.
And the I went to Publix which was more of a situation because there was a lot more on that list than on the one I had for Costco and things that weren't on the list but that I needed like vegetables other than green beans and eggplant and banana peppers and I usually come up with meal ideas when I am in the store but today I sucked at that. There was not too much random wandering though. I didn't have the energy for that sort of frolic.
So I got what I got and it was way too much anyway and then I came home and putting it all away took about an hour and THEN I finished up a load of laundry and started another and then another and that's in the dryer now. I made up the bed with clean sheets and I also washed my chair sheet and pillowcases and I have a feeling that tonight is not going to be the night I move back to the bed. The ribs are a bit achy.
I gathered four pretty eggs, three brown from different hens and one green. It's about time for me to make a quiche. Or a custard. Or something extremely eggy.
I will be interested to see how I feel tomorrow. Although I am understandably tired right now it's not so bad and I'm glad of that. I was under the mistaken impression that it has been four weeks since I broke my ribs but when looking at a calendar, I realize it's been three weeks and two days. It's sort of amazing, really, how quickly things have changed. I've gone from complete agony to...not so bad. But if I have to sit in the chair tomorrow all day long then I will. And that's that.
Okay. Let me talk a minute about the thing that Donald Orange Intestine Trump is doing right now that is making me crazy with rage. I know that he's up to all sorts of fuckery but his actions to destroy the postal system are simply unbelievable. How can he do this? Don't we have three separate branches of government? When did we become a dictatorship? Why are we allowing it to happen? Who is the person or who are the persons who are supposed to deal with things like this? It's so patently obvious that he's trying to suppress voting and he's practically admitted that. The postal system is a fucking sacred American institution!
As is voting, by the way.
I don't understand how this man, this fool, this jackass, this asshat, this cheat, this pretend-president, this sorry excuse for a human being is getting away with this.
Besides that, if he were halfway normal he'd be aware that his actions in this regard make him look afraid and cowardly and weak.
Oh, god, I hate him.
Anyway, I need to go make supper.
Happy Friday, y'all. I'm having a martini. With pickled green beans. I wish that could cool my rage but there aren't enough martinis in the world for that to happen.