Well, I must be feeling pretty okay today as I went to town, picked up a prescription and went to both Publix and Costco. This morning I wasn't feeling the best but it seems that if I keep moving, I'm okay which would not seem to indicate that I'm deathly ill. Or even very ill.
Jessie, on the other hand, called me this morning saying that she'd had a horrible night with a high fever, pain everywhere, and also nausea. That does not sound good. She said that Levon appeared to be a little more chipper and that August was starting to cough which is how he reacts to everything.
I haven't talked to her this afternoon so I don't know how it's going over there now but I hope they're better.
Town went fine. The place where I get my prescription is a compounding pharmacy and is very much family-owned and family operated. The lady who takes care of the front is well over what might be considered retirement age and I sort of love her. She always wears plenty o' make-up and her hair is always flawless. It may be a wig but it's a nice one. She dresses in very chic pantsuits, is Southern to the bone and always kind. I admire the fact that she gets up every day and puts 100% effort into her appearance and her job. Sometimes Mr. Moon picks up my prescription for me and he reports that she never fails to ask him how tall he is. This is not that unusual as he is shockingly tall and older women seem especially fascinated by this height.
I got to see Lily at Publix but not the regular Publix where she has worked since high school. She has been moved to a different Publix down the road because Lauren was promoted to be the bakery manager at that Publix and the policy is that partners do not work in the same store. This has been a little hard on Lily although she gladly agreed to move. But change is hard and Lily has had the same customers since she was seventeen. She was in the first wave of people hired when that Publix was built. So many of the people who shop there have truly seen my daughter grow up. I don't know if you have Publix where you live but here in Florida everyone has their own Publix.
"My Publix" is a term that everyone in Florida understands. Although they are all similar, no two are exactly alike. It is so common to hear someone ask an employee where something is saying, "This isn't my Publix. Where do y'all keep the rice?"
"My Publix" for the last many, many years has been the one where Lily worked but on occasion, I have shopped at the one where she is now. It's convenient to my shopping needs, quite close to Costco. Not as close to me as the crow flies as Lily's old Publix is only about eight minutes away via the interstate but I generally go the back way into Tallahassee and when I do that, her new one is the closer of the two. So it all works out. And her new customers will come to love her as much as her old ones do. I am so proud of her work ethic and the kindness and courtesy she shows to everyone. Whenever someone finds out that I am Lily's mama, they tend to go into a praise fest that makes me so happy.
For several days now they've been telling us that we were going to get some strong weather today and it has just begun. Lighting is cracking and thunder is rumbling and the word "deluge" would not be hyperbole. Once again the forecast calls for high winds, possible hail, possible tornadoes.
Well, here we are with our generator, our solid old house, and a pot of gumbo simmering on the stove. I guess we'll be okay. I just looked at the radar and it does not appear that we'll be getting the worst of it.
Of course, someone else will. One of the main reasons I wish that I believed in prayer is that if I did, I could pray for those who are in harm's way, whether via weather or war and that it would do some good.
I don't believe that, however, and so perhaps feel even more helpless and useless than true believers do. But I am who I am and I believe what I believe.
I wonder if I'll do my almost-annual Easter post this year? We shall see. I did recently hear a quote from an archeologist/historian who said that many thousands of people were crucified around the same era that Jesus was which sort of squashes the argument that he made the ultimate sacrifice.
All right. I better go tend to my supper. I hope it's not my last supper but by golly, someday I will have one.
Aren't I a cheerful person?