I am so tired this evening. The kind of tired where if you start the dishwasher and the "Add Rinse Aid" light comes on you sort of want to cry. Throw in an egg, dropped and broken on the kitchen floor and it's gone beyond tears to a place where one feels as if she might as well just lay down on the dirty floor beside the broken egg and let whatever happens next happen.
But of course one does not. One does get on the floor, but only on hands and knees to scoop the viscous stuff up and then to wipe it and then to scrub it with a cloth and Fabuloso and vinegar until that part of the floor, at least, is clean.
And I don't know why I'm so tired. I didn't even take a walk. I suppose it's because I expended the other kind of energy- the kind required in a trip to town. I know I said on Monday that I hoped I had everything I needed for the rest of the week but not surprisingly I discovered that I didn't really although if the truth be known, we certainly could have survived quite well on what we have here in various freezers, cabinets, and refrigerators, not to mention garden. It's just that a new Aldi's has opened up in Tallahassee and I've never been to an Aldi's and there had been an article in the paper about it and I'm a sucker and thought I'd go see what this magical place was like.
I knew I had to have a quarter to use a shopping cart and that the quarter would be returned when I took the shopping cart back and chained it back in its place. I knew they didn't bag groceries. I knew that their brands are limited, mostly to their own.
I was prepared. I even had a few things that Lily wanted me to get after she had read the ads online. She'd been once before and knew what was what.
And it was fine and I should be charmed by it because I'm constantly complaining about the multitude of brands available for everything in Publix and the prices are quite low, comparatively, and it was interesting to see what they had, to observe others, like me, walking slowly, slowly down the aisles to see what they held.
I got what Lily needed and I got a few small tuna steaks, frozen, and cilantro and green onions and Thin Wheats (not Wheat Thins) and Havarti cheese and stuff like that. The only thing I got that was what I would consider a treat was a package of Medjool dates which I usually never buy because I could eat them all day even though they remind me so very much of candied cockroaches.
Delicious candied cockroaches.
I am not squeamish.
I checked out and someone (I think the guy checking me out) smelled so strongly of weed that it permeated through my mask but he certainly didn't seem stoned. In fact, he reminded me of a drill sergeant, barking orders as I tried to follow the proper protocol. Not in a mean way, just in a no-nonsense/not very laid back way.
So that was an experience and then I went to nearby strip mall where there's a Cuban restaurant and I ordered a sandwich to go and while they were making it I went to the little Asian market a few stores down and bought enough dill seeds and cinnamon sticks to make many, many pickles as well as curry paste, basmati rice, a red onion, and a box of halva with pistachios which is another thing I never buy because I love it too much.
And then on to Costco where I wanted to buy my husband some shorts like the ones I bought him last week because he loves them but of course they were all out of his size, DAMMIT, and I got cucumbers and mixed nuts and toilet paper and I swear to god- I thought that the last time I bought toilet paper at Costco would be the last time I'd ever need to buy it in my life but that did not turn out to be true.
No need to analyze that statement.
And then I drove home, stopping at Lily's on the way to deliver her groceries and that was it. That's all I've done. Oh, yeah, I picked another gallon of green and purple beans (not hyperbole) and now my refrigerator has two gallons of green and purple beans in it, and one poor little cabbage that needed to be picked which I will use for cole slaw tonight if it's not eaten through from bugs. If it is, we can always eat green beans.
This reminds me of a something I've been thinking about lately. I'm almost finished with the second book in the Lonesome Dove series and as I'm reading I keep wondering how in the world these Texas Rangers manage to live on the diet they eat which consists mainly of game, bacon, beans, and coffee. If they are very unlucky and are stuck in a situation where there is no game to be shot, they eat horses. I don't think they'd know a vegetable if they were slapped in the face with it and I doubt they'd eat one if they were presented with one. Fruit seems like an impossible dream. Where would they get oranges? Or even apples for that matter? Corn, yes. They do seem to get corn which mostly goes into a mush. Or tortillas.
We are so precious, aren't we, with our many "required" servings a day of fruits and vegetables, our healthy fats, our whole grains. I suppose that the life expectancy wasn't very good then and there is that but I know that some of those men lived to a ripe old age. And I don't think that McMurtry was pulling these dietary details out of either the air or his ass because he came from a long line of ranchers in Texas and I think he based some of his characters on certain of his batchelor uncles.
Well, one of the mysteries of life.
And please understand that I am not contemplating a diet of game, beans, bacon, and coffee, nor am I recommending it. I just think that it's not unreasonable to go a little easy on ourselves when it comes to trying to always eat right. Our diets have become a sort of religion and when we eat what we believe we should not, we feel that we have sinned and some of us even repent and make amends by exercising more and yes, confessing our sins. Are Facebook and Instagram not filled with pictures and descriptions of the delicious, sinful food we sometimes eat? Which reminds me that although the cowboys probably did not eat many vegetables or fruits, they also did not eat much processed sugar, either, or processed anything so there is that to consider.
I keep trying to upload a picture of the little dark gray chick but Blogger isn't having it tonight. It keeps telling me that there is a problem and to try again later.
And I will. But not tonight. I'm too tired.
Be well, y'all.