OH my! I may have screwed the pooch for the ENTIRE YEAR! It started simply enough, when I admitted to myself that I had no desire to make onion soup. I like soups with more substance. Or maybe I wasnt in the mood to cook. That led to the admission that while it might be fun to make a souffle, I dont care if I ever eat one. Not my fave, tho cheese is better than chocolate. Unconnected to that was the realization that water is dripping under my kitchen sink. I suspected as much for a few days but now it was obvious--and on the floor. What with bad knees and all, I shove stuff under there, but never do a clean up and toss out. Having lived here too long, there must be tossables there, but usually the thought fades quickly. Now with water on the floor, it seemed clear that all that stuff would have to come out--and my knees would pay the price for all that bending and stretching. But maybe it could go back in some sort of plastic containers that would be like drawers. So--heres where the real story begins: I went to the dollar store. Got 3 plastic bins and 1 little bucket. 2 small buckets are under there already, one inside the other and the top one filled with who knows what. This is NOT a Virgo world. Big sigh. After standing in line at the dollar store while people paid with multiple sources for their 4 dollar purchases (sorry for them but still), 40 mins passed, and then I thought hmm, Taco Bell was right there and I liked the tacos I had there after getting those dishwasher parts last week. Could this be Pavlovian? Anything plumbing related demands a taco? It seemed better than making dirty dishes. After that I was pretty bored, holiday-schmoliday- and went off to the supermarket. Now there are only two reasons to go to the market: you need candy or cookies. I had both. OK or youre cooking a meal. Went anyway, two weird girls passed me, said happy new year, I smiled, said you too, then they walked away making snide, giggly comments. OK, maybe they will improve with age, like some version of cheddar. Then some middle-aged woman passed and said the same thing. Hmm was there a cult in the market, sweeping the aisles and new year shaming innocent fat ladies? Then, unconnected, my checker Frank and I were talking about zombies and the Brad Pitt movie. As I walked to the car with a bag containing my favorite LaBrea bakery bread (despite still having my own foccacia), salami, half price M&Ms, on-sale snickers, and baby food beef that is cat snacks, the realization struck: WHAT YOU DO ON NEW YEARS DAY, YOU WILL DO ALL YEAR LONG. Holy shit!! Id forgotten that, despite sort of thinking of it yesterday as I was finishing all possible chores. So have I ruined 2015 already? And who said that adage? Could they possibly have been zombies?
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 04:26:17 +0000
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