Good afternoon all, I see you have been productive. Me, not so much.
We went to St. Albans for the shelter’s yard sale but didn’t find anything we couldn’t live without so just gave the organizer a twenty and left.
Next stop was the plant nursery in Nitro where I bought that nice pot of tulips for a little bit of money. Today I bought a nice fushia and a Chenille Firetail jumped into our trunk and followed us home as well.
They are both on the same pole as the hummer feeder and I moved the suet feeder to the back fence so the fuzzbutts can watch the starlings from the bedroom.
We stopped at a small farm booth on the way home and got a dozen duck eggs and a bag of freeze dried Cookies and Cream Ice Cream. They were too sweet for me, but Hubs really liked them. At least sugar was only third on the ingredient list, I expected the first three to be different sorts of sugar just from the taste.
As to my upcoming surgery and suffering, I do plan to start cooking and freezing meals for me. I already do because I don’t usually want a slab of meat and some mushy green things for dinner. While we were moving I did try some of the frozen dinners available but didn’t really like them. Even Marie’s mac and cheese has gotten enshitified in the last ten years.
Its the fresh stuff that will be the issue. I actually LIKE eating my fruits and veggies and want some with every meal. That’s a lot of peeling and cutting from a man who says that I don’t eat food - I eat what food eats.
I was living in Hawaii when Hurricane Eva struck and took out the power. (They were talking about sending nuclear subs to hook up to the power grid at one point.) Much water, lots of wind and trees down all over the place.
At that time I made my living growing pot in the jungle and owned a lifted jeep to get me to work. A little mud and a few downed trees didn’t mean much as far as getting places with that beast, so when a friend living in the on-base housing at the Marine base called begging me to come and bring her shopping, I put my work boots on and headed to the rescue. At one point I had to stop and take out the drain plugs because water was coming in the doors and making the pedals slippery.
The base had a large and fairly famous golf course close to the housing area so it didn’t surprise me to see some guy on his moped out in the middle of the typhoon, hauling his golf clubs to the course. All Marines are crazy. Golfer Marines are a special sort of insane.
Leave your tree and aloe inside for the next couple of days, the predicted temps are supposed to stay low for a couple of days. I covered our tomatoes with towels last night and then just tossed them on the floor when I came back in. George thinks a pile of towels in front of the glass doors is grand and I’m hoping I won’t have to use more clean towels for the plants tonight.
I love how much fun you are having with her.
It seems as though today was St Albans day for yard sales, every third house had tables out, all of the churches had tables out and the highschool parking lot was full of tables. I’m sad we didn’t know in advance, I would have planned for some more stops.
Hubs has become extremely rigid in the last five or six years. When we go somewhere, we go there and do the things and then come home. If I want to go several places, that is fine as long as he knows in advance. If I see a street fair or nice yard sale and want to stop, he will do it but it will be clear that he is very unhappy about the unplanned stop.
I considered going by myself today because all of the things I wanted to do were boring for him, but he spends too much time in front of him computer already. I try to get him off the property for something more than grocery shopping at least once a week.
Oddly enough, that would be a bonus in my case. My sodium levels are always low and it has gotten even worse since I retired. You know its bad when your doctor recommends eating fast food “extra salt on the fries please? Doctor’s orders doncha know.”
Boiled into submission green beans. Not steamed, not fresh, boiled well enough to strain for baby food. He learned from his mom. When we were visiting, I would sometimes sneak out just to go the the grocery store, buy a head of lettuce and eat it in the car.
Even more good wishes on the way. Some parents don’t deserve children. Sigh.
Which sounds like a whole lot of bother, I’m really glad you have a fridge now 
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