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What's his name? JOANN.
Jan. 18th, 2025 12:20 amDue to the shenanigans, there's a massive sale at JoAnn's. So we went (after I cut Belovedest's hair).
Everyone except Belovedest overexerted themselves. They went off to refuel first.
I found fabric for repairing a coat and making a snow skirt. Among other things.
We dropped Alex at home and went grocery shopping. I sent Belovedest in first for prescriptions. Our friend said hi on her way out. Unfortunately, at the 45 minutes until closing mark at Costco, there was no motorized cart available. Though the person on the door said we could always ask for help if I needed it.
I got as far as the frozen section before telling Belovedest I was about a handspan away from needing to sit down. (This is a preferable amount of notice vs. just a pinch away from catastrophe.) So they ran back to try and find one while I slogged my way past the cereal.
They found one in short order. I flagged down an employee about the fresh green beans someone had left on the canned green beans. Then I helped a guy find the yeast (just to his left and up) -- I think I had slightly more practice with his accent than the employee he'd asked, as I was gesturing while the employee was still visibly thinking.
We're still on Penric's Fox.
We haven't seen our friend at the other place for a few weeks; I hope everything's okay with him. Unfortunately nobody had bothered to plug in any of the motorized carts. Again. I caught up on my coupons while they got a few minutes of juice.
I plowed into one of those menaces, a protruding display in the form of a rack of hot dog buns. A few aisles later, I cut off an apology from someone whose cart was perfectly placed for me to play slalom with it and two other protruding displays. "You're not the problem, it's THESE," I said with loathing. She agreed.
The front end guy saw us, and gestured that we should wait, he'd call someone to work the checkstand (instead of the self checkouts). Deep appreciation.
We picked up pizza. I would not discover the issue until we reached home.
It being cold, we put the blanket on my car after hauling in the groceries. I dropped three items in a puddle in the process. And then accidentally flipped a paring knife off the cutting board, narrowly missing myself. Then I discovered that the freezer was more full than I thought. And dropped an apple. And realized I hadn't picked up the melatonin that I had needed this week. By the time I realized that there were no mushrooms on my pizza, I was 900% Done. Coincidentally, I overshot my step count goal. Gosh, I wonder why I was dangerously klutzy...
Belovedest supervised me getting into bed.
Everyone except Belovedest overexerted themselves. They went off to refuel first.
I found fabric for repairing a coat and making a snow skirt. Among other things.
We dropped Alex at home and went grocery shopping. I sent Belovedest in first for prescriptions. Our friend said hi on her way out. Unfortunately, at the 45 minutes until closing mark at Costco, there was no motorized cart available. Though the person on the door said we could always ask for help if I needed it.
I got as far as the frozen section before telling Belovedest I was about a handspan away from needing to sit down. (This is a preferable amount of notice vs. just a pinch away from catastrophe.) So they ran back to try and find one while I slogged my way past the cereal.
They found one in short order. I flagged down an employee about the fresh green beans someone had left on the canned green beans. Then I helped a guy find the yeast (just to his left and up) -- I think I had slightly more practice with his accent than the employee he'd asked, as I was gesturing while the employee was still visibly thinking.
We're still on Penric's Fox.
We haven't seen our friend at the other place for a few weeks; I hope everything's okay with him. Unfortunately nobody had bothered to plug in any of the motorized carts. Again. I caught up on my coupons while they got a few minutes of juice.
I plowed into one of those menaces, a protruding display in the form of a rack of hot dog buns. A few aisles later, I cut off an apology from someone whose cart was perfectly placed for me to play slalom with it and two other protruding displays. "You're not the problem, it's THESE," I said with loathing. She agreed.
The front end guy saw us, and gestured that we should wait, he'd call someone to work the checkstand (instead of the self checkouts). Deep appreciation.
We picked up pizza. I would not discover the issue until we reached home.
It being cold, we put the blanket on my car after hauling in the groceries. I dropped three items in a puddle in the process. And then accidentally flipped a paring knife off the cutting board, narrowly missing myself. Then I discovered that the freezer was more full than I thought. And dropped an apple. And realized I hadn't picked up the melatonin that I had needed this week. By the time I realized that there were no mushrooms on my pizza, I was 900% Done. Coincidentally, I overshot my step count goal. Gosh, I wonder why I was dangerously klutzy...
Belovedest supervised me getting into bed.
