At the bank, which is conveniently in a grocery store, I learned I need to send the check pieces BACK to the person I got it from and get the thing reissued. I went out to my car in the parking lot to screech, "Dad-gummit!" Which wasn't as scary as it sounds because it is super windy today. You can hardly hear yourself think, much less hear someone screech at the sky!
I decided I needed ice cream. My absolute favorite kind. The one in the photograph. Back inside , I noticed in the store's freezer section only 4 flavors in the smallest containers. But, not the one I desired. The caramel flavor was in the 2 cup container. I glared at the door it was shelved behind and decided to do it. Carbs be damned, I had my insulin wiht me. I wasn't going to eat it all. Besides, all I could find were soup spoons, not the best implement to eat ice cream with.
The line took forever, I detest self checkout lines. I couldn't even remember my phone number for the discount, I was so stressed out. Finally, I reached my car. I was going to sit there in the front row of the grocery store, eat my ice cream, and read Lisa Petty's book. I took the lid off the larger than usual container. The stupid plastic seal had not been properly stuck on. I didn't care. I was annoyed I left the plastic grocery bag in the store, I needed it for the sticky lid. I also had to look for napkins. Since no one has driven my car much (I was in Alaska for several months, remember?), it is not stocked with things like tissues, napkins, and assorted cleaning supplies.
Once I had the lid off and the spoon in, I could 'open' my reader to hang out with Lisa. I follow her on FB, I read her blog. I can't think of a better person to be with while eating ice cream during a week fraught with annoyances. I wasn't with her, I didn't need to talk to her, I was reading her thoughts. Much better than talking to someone. I wasn't in the mood for chit chat or people. We have a great deal in common, one of the main reasons I follow her.
I finished the ice cream, calculated and injected the amount of insulin I needed, and reluctantly closed Lisa's book for the time being (I'll save the rest to read before my mammogram). She really is a joy. I follow her like a cat would. You know, paying attention as long as I'm not napping or eating, dropping my calm facade when I get totally interested (the giggling at her stuff), then reclaiming my dubious dignity by raving about her work to anyone who cares to listen before dropping off to nap again.
Speaking of which, Moses is at my feet, Maxell is at my hip, the heat is on (great movie, but too bouncy for right now). I'm off to join the cats for the rest of my Petty-cure.