Yesterday was grocery shopping day. I had my list in hand – not bad. Just some essentials & few items for dinner for the rest of the week. It wasn’t a big haul at all. Unless you look at the final bill…. I can remember when $170 would feed me for a month! Now it gets us through just under a week. I went in the afternoon, after my nap, after my lunch… I was feeling pretty dang good when I left the house. It was raining so the temperature was a cool, wet, & breezy 88 or so. Brrrr!
I stopped at Coffee Zone on my way for my blended ice mocha with a shot of espresso in it – as I said in a previous post, shopping is so much more enjoyable with an iced coffee drink (and chocolate) in hand. One of the cool things about Coffee Zone is the drive-thru window & the less-than-Starbuck’s pricing system.
I made it to Wal Mart, grabbed a cart, and started the shopping. About 30 minutes into it, I couldn’t go anymore. I just couldn’t. So I pulled up next to the eggs, parked my cart alongside the shelving and sat my happy ass down… on the ground. I had no choice. If I didn’t, I was going to face plant right there in the eggs. That wouldn’t have been so good. I really don’t have the money to buy several dozen smashed eggs, not to mention walking through the store with egg on my face, literally.
And do you know what the other customers did when they saw a rubenesque woman sitting on the floor in the egg department? Wait for it…..
Nothing. Not a ding-dang thing. Thankfully they didn’t run over me… I am grateful for that much. With the shopping history we’ve had around here I fully anticipated being run over. But no one stopped to even ask if I was okay. Not a single soul. Now I don’t know about you, but if I were shopping and came across someone sitting on the floor next to their ½ full shopping cart gazing at the thousands of eggs laid by what must be some very tired chickens, I might be inclined to ask if everything was alright. I was fine – just giving my legs a rest while regaining some balance – but I can’t believe no one asked. Oh well. I guess I should come to expect no reaction at this point in the game. In the two years (yesterday was the MS birthday (no cake or party or fireworks)) that I’ve been living with the beast, you’d think I would have no expectations of kindness from strangers (or some friends). But somehow I do. Somehow I still think it’s the right thing to do – check on one another, help each other out, lend a hand when needed – at the absolute very least, ask if everything is okay.
I have some new shit going on. Naturally. Random pain. I hate that. It just pops up out of nowhere, no warning, no aura… just BAM! Hurt! My left arm has this stabbing pain in it from the elbow to the wrist. It comes in waves. Thank goodness it’s not constant…but when it hits … holy shit balls. Add to that the stabbing pain in my side & back and I’m just a walking stab wound without any blood. It has inspired some new moves… the reaction is a sort of full-body jolt and rock. I call it flair. All the rocking, swaying, double-stepping, side-stepping…. that’s my new word for it. Flair.
Coach has been handing out my business cards at school and the requests/orders are starting to come! I can’t believe it. I am my own worst critic, I know… but I don’t see anything I’m overly impressed with in the photos I’ve taken so far. I long for the crispness that the new lens will give. I am really hoping it works out for me to buy it next week. I think it will. Especially if I start getting a few purchases to fatten the kitty.
Today will be a sketching day, finally. I got 400+ photos edited the past several days (1 volleyball & 2 football games) so now I’m free to sketch away. I think I’ll get right on that …. after a shower & a nap.