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azurelunatic) wrote2021-04-17 09:54 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2021-04-17 09:54 pm
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80F on the porch
Today was A Long, but so far without the shitshow that was last Saturday evening. Here's hoping it remains chill.
The light's been getting earlier and earlier (as we are somewhat high latitude compared to the rest of the US) and Kittenpants has therefore been waking up earlier and earlier and yelling. So both of us were up before Belovedest's alarm. I made a sausage patty, potato, and mixed veg item, which was delicious. (Secret ingredients included onion powder and gravy powder.)
The original plan was for me to drive, but my left wrist is (still) upset at me in a way it never has been before, and I was in A State. Belovedest drove.
We picked up some things for me at the pharmacy, then hit Costco. (My left knee started giving me issues yesterday, enough so that I tried putting on my knee brace. Unfortunately I'm going to need to modify it before it fits me again.) Belovedest was going to drop me off near the scooters, but a three-car non-collision mixup in the relevant intersection gave us a pretty close parking spot, blessings of our Lady. I discovered that unless I crank down the lid of the Large Water Cup fairly hard, it absolutely will drip out when I knock it over. And it's possible that there may be a hole in the bottom of the footwell, based on the sudden puddle under that section of car. (!!)
The zebra corn (caramel popcorn with stripes of dark and white chocolate) was on sale when we went past that section. "Do you think that's enough?" I asked Belovedest, after we'd put some in the cart. "Yes," they said, and said nothing further as I grabbed an additional bag just in case.
We did Safeway after that. The first scooter I found, the one next to the door, was so incredibly dead that it didn't even light up when I flicked the switch. There was another one, at apparent full charge. We went around the store, and in the bakery I discovered that the scooter was down to two bars. So I went for the front end while Belovedest got eggs. The open register, of course, was the one with the roof pillar to navigate around. I was feeling fresh and energetic still, so I chanced it. There were just a few inches of clearance. Belovedest went back for a different carton of eggs, because the one they'd picked was glued shut at the back right corner due to some sort of egg leak. Then it was my turn to creep off, to get the scooter on a charger before it needed someone to come put it in neutral to shove it to a charge point. On 55 items, I wound up getting 50 Monopoly pieces. The cashier was impressed at my prowess, but I hadn't even tried for that.
Some highly classy frat bros (Phi Beta Sigma, all impeccably turned out) were sharing glasses of blue gatorade in the parking lot, the fruits of their shopping trip. I suspect something else went into at least a few of the glasses, because there was what looked like a tupperware juice bottle with a different blue liquid, a bottle that got discreetly tossed in a nearby trash. Bros. Bros. Please tell me that none of the special juice went into a glass that belonged to a driver. Please.
It was time to go home and unload, and it was just turning noon. We got things in the fridge and freezer. (Belovedest's sister had found a 5lb bag of tater tots somewhere, so we had to get tater tots as well. Those went to the downstairs freezer.) We put some food in Belovedest and went off to the medical center.
I'd asked if we could find some shade to park in, since I would be staying in the car. Belovedest turned into a parking space facing east-ish, just as I'd been about to ask them to turn into one facing west-ish. "See, I found some shade!" they said in triumph. I was shocked into absolute silence, since an east-facing parking spot at noonish ... has shade on the driver's side, but nowhere else. I had the windows open, and eventually put the insulated bag between my right arm and the burning sun, and that was all right. I re-wrote the shopping list, did some gems battling, and scanned the receipt. They came back, having had their vaccination and observation with only a slight delay (the vaccination station had needed a refill).
We zoomed through the nearby dollar store to see if they had a French rolling pin this time, but they did not. They did have a nice seasonal hat (artificial lightweight straw, black, with a black bow) so I've got my hat for the season, I guess.
It was only three-something when we got home, so it was time to install the new desk chair mats. My old one went into the media room, since it didn't have the little carpet spikes, only ridges. My extremely rigid, do-not-bend mat went under my desk. Then it was Belovedest's desk's turn. The old mat came out, but before it could come out, the chair needed to move and so did the file drawer. Belovedest called for a cleaning supply, because a cat had left some sort of decoration. The new mat went in. (The new mat had been sitting in the living room under some weights for at least a day, straightening out from the roll it was in to be shipped.) The file drawer went back. The chair went back. And at that point, finally, Belovedest stalked out with the dented, yellowed, dusty, and gross old mat. The mat for Alex's room is next. It's currently sitting under two bricks and a grocery bag of snacks, because it was rolled up and needs flattening.
I've been doing little semi-bullet-journal daily lists lately. Some to-do items, some self-care items, some of the events of the day, some things where I need a progress bar to motivate me. Belovedest saw me working on one before we left in the morning and commented with some measure of satisfaction at it. I like having the little visual records, and I try to get them scanned into my photo album before they get lost forever. (My this-is-scanned mark is a short slash coming down from the top right corner, looking like an incomplete bend sinister, gules.)
The Sea-Tac temperature tied the record from 1996 or something like that. I had the window open with a tiny fan last night, and this afternoon had Belovedest set up the 20" fan that lives on the dining room table from the beginnings of heat in the spring until it cools down in the fall. The date I have on the rotating cycle of papers that marks our seasons prescribes that the air conditioner be hauled into the window on Beltane. This is the second day we might could have used an air condition. I decided that adding heat to the kitchen was probably not a great idea, and combined the fridge patrol for vegetables to be used up before they turned with that concept. So cucumber salad it was. The avocados had betrayed me, but fortunately we had some of the little cups of salted smashed avocado. That, cheese, peas, and the new tub of mushrooms? Nom nom nom. The old tub of mushrooms was about to turn, so I cooked it down into a tasty topping that will probably go on a burger or something this week. There is only a tiny box of the salad left, but two more cucumbers that will need using soon.
I will probably flatten myself into bed with a bowl of blueberries and a book, or play a few more rounds of gems before conking out.
The light's been getting earlier and earlier (as we are somewhat high latitude compared to the rest of the US) and Kittenpants has therefore been waking up earlier and earlier and yelling. So both of us were up before Belovedest's alarm. I made a sausage patty, potato, and mixed veg item, which was delicious. (Secret ingredients included onion powder and gravy powder.)
The original plan was for me to drive, but my left wrist is (still) upset at me in a way it never has been before, and I was in A State. Belovedest drove.
We picked up some things for me at the pharmacy, then hit Costco. (My left knee started giving me issues yesterday, enough so that I tried putting on my knee brace. Unfortunately I'm going to need to modify it before it fits me again.) Belovedest was going to drop me off near the scooters, but a three-car non-collision mixup in the relevant intersection gave us a pretty close parking spot, blessings of our Lady. I discovered that unless I crank down the lid of the Large Water Cup fairly hard, it absolutely will drip out when I knock it over. And it's possible that there may be a hole in the bottom of the footwell, based on the sudden puddle under that section of car. (!!)
The zebra corn (caramel popcorn with stripes of dark and white chocolate) was on sale when we went past that section. "Do you think that's enough?" I asked Belovedest, after we'd put some in the cart. "Yes," they said, and said nothing further as I grabbed an additional bag just in case.
We did Safeway after that. The first scooter I found, the one next to the door, was so incredibly dead that it didn't even light up when I flicked the switch. There was another one, at apparent full charge. We went around the store, and in the bakery I discovered that the scooter was down to two bars. So I went for the front end while Belovedest got eggs. The open register, of course, was the one with the roof pillar to navigate around. I was feeling fresh and energetic still, so I chanced it. There were just a few inches of clearance. Belovedest went back for a different carton of eggs, because the one they'd picked was glued shut at the back right corner due to some sort of egg leak. Then it was my turn to creep off, to get the scooter on a charger before it needed someone to come put it in neutral to shove it to a charge point. On 55 items, I wound up getting 50 Monopoly pieces. The cashier was impressed at my prowess, but I hadn't even tried for that.
Some highly classy frat bros (Phi Beta Sigma, all impeccably turned out) were sharing glasses of blue gatorade in the parking lot, the fruits of their shopping trip. I suspect something else went into at least a few of the glasses, because there was what looked like a tupperware juice bottle with a different blue liquid, a bottle that got discreetly tossed in a nearby trash. Bros. Bros. Please tell me that none of the special juice went into a glass that belonged to a driver. Please.
It was time to go home and unload, and it was just turning noon. We got things in the fridge and freezer. (Belovedest's sister had found a 5lb bag of tater tots somewhere, so we had to get tater tots as well. Those went to the downstairs freezer.) We put some food in Belovedest and went off to the medical center.
I'd asked if we could find some shade to park in, since I would be staying in the car. Belovedest turned into a parking space facing east-ish, just as I'd been about to ask them to turn into one facing west-ish. "See, I found some shade!" they said in triumph. I was shocked into absolute silence, since an east-facing parking spot at noonish ... has shade on the driver's side, but nowhere else. I had the windows open, and eventually put the insulated bag between my right arm and the burning sun, and that was all right. I re-wrote the shopping list, did some gems battling, and scanned the receipt. They came back, having had their vaccination and observation with only a slight delay (the vaccination station had needed a refill).
We zoomed through the nearby dollar store to see if they had a French rolling pin this time, but they did not. They did have a nice seasonal hat (artificial lightweight straw, black, with a black bow) so I've got my hat for the season, I guess.
It was only three-something when we got home, so it was time to install the new desk chair mats. My old one went into the media room, since it didn't have the little carpet spikes, only ridges. My extremely rigid, do-not-bend mat went under my desk. Then it was Belovedest's desk's turn. The old mat came out, but before it could come out, the chair needed to move and so did the file drawer. Belovedest called for a cleaning supply, because a cat had left some sort of decoration. The new mat went in. (The new mat had been sitting in the living room under some weights for at least a day, straightening out from the roll it was in to be shipped.) The file drawer went back. The chair went back. And at that point, finally, Belovedest stalked out with the dented, yellowed, dusty, and gross old mat. The mat for Alex's room is next. It's currently sitting under two bricks and a grocery bag of snacks, because it was rolled up and needs flattening.
I've been doing little semi-bullet-journal daily lists lately. Some to-do items, some self-care items, some of the events of the day, some things where I need a progress bar to motivate me. Belovedest saw me working on one before we left in the morning and commented with some measure of satisfaction at it. I like having the little visual records, and I try to get them scanned into my photo album before they get lost forever. (My this-is-scanned mark is a short slash coming down from the top right corner, looking like an incomplete bend sinister, gules.)
The Sea-Tac temperature tied the record from 1996 or something like that. I had the window open with a tiny fan last night, and this afternoon had Belovedest set up the 20" fan that lives on the dining room table from the beginnings of heat in the spring until it cools down in the fall. The date I have on the rotating cycle of papers that marks our seasons prescribes that the air conditioner be hauled into the window on Beltane. This is the second day we might could have used an air condition. I decided that adding heat to the kitchen was probably not a great idea, and combined the fridge patrol for vegetables to be used up before they turned with that concept. So cucumber salad it was. The avocados had betrayed me, but fortunately we had some of the little cups of salted smashed avocado. That, cheese, peas, and the new tub of mushrooms? Nom nom nom. The old tub of mushrooms was about to turn, so I cooked it down into a tasty topping that will probably go on a burger or something this week. There is only a tiny box of the salad left, but two more cucumbers that will need using soon.
I will probably flatten myself into bed with a bowl of blueberries and a book, or play a few more rounds of gems before conking out.