In Which I Totter And Dodder Through My Day

That is the only picture I have taken so far today. I've been having Christmas and Thanksgiving Cactus envy and when I saw a display of them budded up at Publix for about three dollars, I bought one. I have killed every other one of those things I've ever had but I'm going to repot it and then ignore it and see how that goes. 

I can barely remember what I did today. It being Friday we can assume I washed sheets. I did something I don't usually do which is was to put different sheets on the bed than the ones I took off and laundered. When I made up Ms. T. Joy's bed last week, I used the "good" sheets which are so soft and yet crisp and delicious and that reminded me of how much I do love good bedding. Lately I've been getting mine at Costco which is fine, the sheets are very adequate if a little skimpy when it comes to the width of the top sheet but they're just not that...mmmmm...you know. I only have two sets of the higher quality sheets which are both years and years old and I put one of the sets on the bed today and I have made a vow that I will absolutely be buying another set in January when the white sales happen.

If I don't spend all my money on new overalls and Crocs. 

I also washed my porch tablecloth and that always feels good. I don't do it nearly enough. Mostly what gets on it is cat hair and dead insects and the occasional spider poops. 
Yes. Spiders poop. 
Here's a picture I just took of Maurice perched beside the MacBook on it.

Remember when I got this tablecloth at Goodwill? Why would anyone want to get rid of it? I don't know but I'm glad they did. 

I went back to Publix and also to Costco today. I was almost out of Temptations which Maurice would not stand for. Also I wanted to get cranberries and an orange and pecans for the Thanksgiving cranberry relish. Plus I got other stuff. I think I am becoming a food hoarder. That must be a thing, right? 
It's not completely out of hand yet but let's just say my freezer is full and the pantry is close to that. I really need to not buy anything else until we've eaten through a lot of what we have. I don't know why I've become this person. I've always had enough to eat except for a few periods of time back in the old, old days and that was never very serious. I did learn, however, that sweet and sour garbanzo beans are not very good. 
Lesson learned. 
So I don't know where this compulsion to always have a lot of food on hand comes from. I'm not even eating that much these days! I really need to pay attention and not get as crazy about it as I could.

So remember on Wednesday when I felt so good because one woman called me "pretty lady" and another woman told me how much she loved my overalls? 
Well, I came crashing back down to reality today when I had not one but TWO people ask me if I needed help. One at Costco, one at Publix. 
Excuse me? 
The situation at Costco was that I had self-scanned my items and was loading them back into the cart. All had gone well. I tapped my card in the right place. I'd even remembered to take my receipt. But as I was putting the stuff in my cart I noticed a cart in front of me parked in the snack bar part of the place which had at least thirty pounds of bananas in it. I guess I was studying those bananas pretty closely, wondering why someone would buy that many bananas and figuring maybe they had a smoothie business or a restaurant where they made a lot of banana pudding or a bakery where they made banana bread. Something. 
But as I was pondering, the woman whose cart it was asked, "Do you need some help?" I thought I'd misheard her. And then I thought she was really asking me why the hell I was so fascinated by her bananas but when I said, "I'm sorry, excuse me?" she said "Do you need help?" again and she sounded very sincere. 
"Uh, no. But thank you," I said and wheeled on out of there. There wasn't even anything heavy in my cart. I told Jessie about this and she suggested that I may have had a look of bewilderment look on my face. That perhaps I have resting puzzled face. This was news to me. I told her that I thought it was more of a curiosity face. That I PONDER things. She agreed this could be true, meanwhile probably updating her research on care facilities.  
The other incident happened when I was reaching for some espresso on a top shelf at Publix. I wasn't having any damn problem at all getting that coffee off the shelf when a woman, who was not young herself, said, "Would you like me to get that for you?"
What the fucking fuck?
I'M the one who asks people if they need help. I'm the young and spry one. Right? RIGHT?
Jesus. 

Oh well. People just trying to be kind and help the elderly. 
But I do admit it that it hurt my pride a little and I need to get the fuck over that because I will be needing help at some point and when that happens, I hope it's as graciously offered.
I'm not really as nice as that last sentence makes me sound. 

Here's a picture of Mr. Moon. 

He really is a handsome man. 
He's having a wonderful time, tromping through the snow, being happy. But he does say he misses me. 

He probably misses his bed and his cat and his chair, too. But hopefully, he misses me the most. 

And that's it for tonight. I'm going to make a pizza-like dish with leftover naan dough as a base, some roasted tomatoes, pesto, artichoke hearts, etc., etc on it. I will eat it with fresh garden greens on top. 
I think it will not suck. 

Happy Friday, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon