Today turned from all-gray to all-blue and what a joy that is. The temperature has been dropping all day though, and it's going to get down in the low thirties tonight. Still- far from what so much of the country is experiencing.
I drove into town this morning after ingesting my 32 ounces of water and the whole experience was fine and went quickly which did not mean that I didn't have a bit of a panic attack but I survived. The tech was the same lady and she was just as nice this time as she was the last. At this point in my life I do not have a great deal of modesty left but it's better to feel comfortable with the person one is getting such an exam from than not. The anxiety I had was far more about the simple fact of being out in the world than it was about the procedure itself.
Does that make sense?
After it was over I even thought about driving to a thrift store. I mean- I'm pretty safe at this point, I think, and of course I'd wear a mask but I just couldn't handle it. I wanted to get done what I had to get done and get home. Will I ever be able to go out in public again and have it be a pleasant experience? I am starting to wonder. Am I broken? I always used to joke that I'm not agoraphobic, I just love my house and yard. It wasn't really that funny then and it's even less so now.
But I did do a quick Costco run and then Publix which of course took forever. I bought everything from tortillas to socks to strawberries to a meat thermometer. I bought blue-cheese stuffed olives and I bought a gluten-free, dairy-free pizza for the boys who are coming over tomorrow. Jessie's trying to figure out why August has continual stuffed up sinuses and so she's trying a dietary change. I bought asparagus and I bought chicken bosoms (as my Sue used to say). Hell, I bought hot dogs!
There's a story behind that. A very short one. I asked Mr. Moon this morning on my way out the door what he wanted for supper.
"Hot dogs?" he said/asked. We NEVER eat hotdogs but what the hell? I got some of the expensive ones with no nitrates, etc., and I hope they're good. I bought hot dog buns. I bought some of that nasty canned hot dog chili. And on top of all of that, I cut one of my cabbages to make cole slaw.
I hope that I cook many beautiful meals on that stove. My traditional first meal in a new place or on a new stove is a pot of pinto beans and rice with cornbread. I have a bag of pintos in the cabinet at the ready and a jug of buttermilk in the refrigerator to make cornbread.