Oh the sweet relief of money. I hate to be that way. I hate that money is the core of all life these days. Money is evil. But we cannot survive (very easily anyway) without it. And we have been without it for a few months now. But not anymore! For now. I had just arrived at the point in which I was going to take my uber sexy ass down to the corner and see about making some grocery money… (okay, not really mostly because I don’t think anyone would pay me much for anything) big pay-off came in the mail late yesterday. Ah. Can you sense it? My shoulders have relaxed. My back is no longer tightened – at least not from the stress. The dull ache in my noggin’ is beginning to let up a bit. Amazing, isn’t it?
Tonight for dinner is frozen pizza. I tried to convince Coach that it would be okay to cook them on the BBQ grill… really. Pizza is VERY good when cooked this way. He’s more than a little skeptical. So I just fired up the oven and we’ll do them inside. They are good that way too. The big advantage to cooking on the grill as opposed to the oven (other than the extremely good flavor of grilled pizza) is the tin can doesn’t get so hot from having the oven on for an hour. I poured the wine and am really looking forward to my pizza pie J
Today is Sunday. Duh. But you know what we were able to do? Open up new bank accounts! I cannot believe that there are banks open on Sundays, but there are. It feels good to have that done. Now all that is left is to finish up closing out the other bank account from that other city. This mundane task has made things feel more permanent somehow. And I really like the idea of having my money right down the road instead of 300+ miles away.
After the bank tasks were completed, we headed to the H.E.B. (grocery store for those of you who are non-Texans) to pick up a few necessary items. Not big grocery shopping, I will do that tomorrow morning. Let me tell you, Sunday is NOT a good day for shopping around these parts. Holy shit. People are everywhere… leaving baskets in the middle of the paths, running into one another, kids running in and out of everything and everyone. I have never seen anything quite like it… I swear! One would think we’d learn our lesson after our last shopping experience at this store… but nooooo! And I got to wondering if it is only H.E.B. that we encounter this chaos… it’s not. It’s at other stores too. I have decided that it’s just the time of day… I need to stick with my plan to do the shopping first thing in the mornings while folks are at work and kids are safely at home or the sitters’.
At one point we were up near the check-out area getting ready to pull into a lane when I felt someone behind me closing in and slightly bumping me. I’m walking slowly because, well, it’s hot and I have MS. Anyway, I turned to see who was so rudely hitting me with the cart… it was an old guy on one of those electric carts ramming into me! His son (an adult) was walking next to him looking at me oddly. I pushed my cart over to the edge up against a display to allow them to pass. The son said “thank you” and I smirked. My word! I think they need to put a governor chip on those damn electric carts. And what the hell… one disabled person running over another? I expect that from normal folks but not from another disabled person!
Sometimes lately, heck, most days, it seems like the blogging world as I know it is dying away. I remind myself that it is summer time and traditionally that means people aren’t blogging, visiting, and leaving thoughts spread across the interwebs as much. I miss the community of what it was before. I miss the interaction. I’m not here for the comments and visits, although they are very nice and I do so enjoy reading the thoughts of others. I am here because I love doing this. I enjoy sitting down and hacking out my thoughts and trying to find creative ways to do it. I submit that for the past several months, my humor moxie has shifted and wilted. I keep hoping that it will return…the more words I hack out, it will come back. I don’t know if that’s the right way to think of it or not. Nevertheless, I will remain and keep on doing this.
Eventually, there will be enough good and fun content here to start picking through it all for the infamous book… not a book for the masses, but a book for my grandgirls. A “This was your Granny” type of book is what I have in mind… doo dads, thoughts, images, scanned mementos and the like… all compiled into a nice book for the girls. It’s a huge project but I think that going about it in this manner is the easiest way, and the most productive. I am getting the words down, the stories out, and sometimes even mentioning what’s in the news or something about the social climate of the day.