I’ll live. I have before and I will tonight. At least I had a better meal than I did last Friday evening.
It’s funny what a person can dream. Last night, I had a doozy. I dreamed I was a teenager again (that would qualify as a nightmare) and I was at my then boyfriend’s house. His parents (in the dream) were people I’d never met before. His father was cooking a meal for a large number of people. There were a couple of little pots of food on the kitchen range and the guests were lining up. I went to the end of the line with my boyfriend and it snaked around through the house and out some doors into an adjoining church that was about half full of more people waiting to eat. We sat down on a pew. Guess being a member of the family didn’t cut any ice for the son. I couldn’t figure out how on earth all those guests could be fed from those two little pots of food unless it would be a repeat of the feeding of the 5,000. I never found out, either. Neither did I make it up to the stove to be served so I didn’t eat cooked.
I started in my my exercises at 6:30 am. By 7, I’d gone through my BodyFlex and part of the rest of my routine but I didn’t get to the pushup.
26 ozzies grapefruit juice (the last of the ‘fruit)
32 ozzies banana/mango/romaine smoothie
40 ozzies banana/pear/mango/romaine smoothie (I’m out of spinach)
6 Campari tomatoes
1 pickling cucumber
Half a small watermelon
A pint of strawberries
A romaine leaf (sweet and tasty!)
It was supposed to rain today but it didn’t. Believing that it would, and also being short-staffed, I didn’t take my shoes. I was actually able to get outside for 15 minutes this morning. I sunned myself.
This was quite a day and one of the registrars had a good suggestion. She said I should go out to the patio to eat my lunch. I took her up on it. I hadn’t counted on an uninvited guest but I fed it, anyway. A wasp came sailing and expressed an interest in my smoothie. I moved my glass behind the blender pitcher and it landed on it, instead. There was a little smoothie that had run down the outside and it was feasting. I left it alone and it left me alone. After a few minutes, here came a fly. It decided to share the feast but the wasp didn’t seem too happy. The fly thought better of staying and flew off. When I’d finished and was ready to go back inside, the wasp still wasn’t full. I poured a tiny bit of smoothie onto the edge of the table but the wasp ignored it. Finally, I gently tipped the pitcher until the wasp was right above the table. After some coaxing, it moved from the pitcher to the table and started dining on the spot of smoothie. I left it there, enjoying its lunch. The girls were surprised I would feed a wasp. I figured that was better than making it mad.
Twinkle’s food made it on time. It had to stay in the car for several hours but it came through okay. It was all still frozen when I got home.
The roadside market in town was supposed to have corn this afternoon. By the time I got there, it was gone. I’d picked up some potting soil before that and had run into a former co-worker who hadn’t seen me since I left my poundage behind. I found out, in the meantime, her home had burned and she was in the process of buying knick-knacks to help furnish her new doublewide. Her computer was lost in the fire but she promised to e-mail me as soon as she can replace it.
I got back to the hospital a little over a half hour before I was supposed to leave for the day and had a message from my tomato/orange supplier that she was bringing in some romaine and strawberries and for me to come by. She was running late and left instructions that I wasn’t to give up on her.
There’s no need for heat these days (the temp got up to 82) but I went to the church to set up the organ. I hadn’t seen the e-mail telling me what hymns are being used. They are familiar ones so that’s no biggie.
When I arrived at the fruit stand, my contact wasn’t there yet. (Sounds like we are involved in some kind of shady dealings.) Her father was minding the store and we had a good discussion about global warming, the growing population, etc., etc. She and her mother got there in good time with a load of produce. The strawberries were gorgeous and sweet. I ended up with half a flat. I think I may have a new source for romaine. It isn’t organic but the heads are huge. Romaine is low on the pesticide scale. I also got some green curly leaf lettuce. It’s a large head, too.
On the way in, I snagged the watermelon from the other fridge. Getting to the house, I took out two cups of strawberries and walked them over to the neighbors’ back door. The cups were so full, two fell out and I did a fancy little dance to keep from stepping on them. The man of the house was fixing shrimp manicotti and seemed to think I would be impressed. His eyes lit up at the sight of the berries.
I got Twinkle’s food in and unpacked, unloaded the rest of the stuff, and ate. Not enough, but I ate. By the time I washed one head of romaine and put it in the fridge, it started storming somewhere far, far away. We are getting in on the edge of the rain. Maybe it will come down harder later but it’s just a soft, gentle rain right now. If it would keep this up for several days, it would help but I’m afraid it won’t. Things are very dry. Scary dry.
It’s so nice this week is over. I got a note saying my puny employee is supposed to be out for another week. It will be an interesting time. We’ll live as long as everyone else stays healthy. Or, at least, not sick.
And now I’m wishing everyone a Happy Sabbath and a really good night’s sleep!