What did I do this afternoon that I’ve not done since early June? NAAAW. Haven’t done that in years, too many dang years.
I ate lunch. Though most folks would figure the noon meal as number two du jour, my regimen of Ramen noodles with a squirt or two of Catalina dressing and a packet of Buddig sliced turkey has usually sufficed for meal one, two and three combined. And that’s been okay. I haven’t lost any weight based on my geeral looks, but I’ve not gained any ether — make that either. And I truly haven’t gained any ether; not that I wouldn’t like to. It took me forever to get to sleep last night, and it might have come in handy.
The stop for noonish nourishment was justified on the grounds that I am working today! Writing working today, concentrating on getting some deadline copy for favorite news weekly together. Am putting down the foundation: typing worksheets with contact info, printing last year’s articles about assigned topics from pulisher’s web site and making initial calls.
I also boogied over to Staples and picked up a ream of pinter paper and ink cartridges. The color cart has been history since May, the black cart was on the verge total kaputville (printing a few pages okay but starting to fade after that) and I was down to my last four sheets of printer paper. If I hadn’t HAD to have worksheets for the journalism, I could have put the big buy ($58 and change) off until next weekend.
As I add footprints while gazing on a shorter trail, I’m reminded I’m no longer 18 years old. Case in point: today at Staples. They’ve moved the printer cartridges. My printer brand was obvious as I approached the new aisle, but I could not find the carts I needed, a #45 and #78! I walked to the end and aroud the corneer trying to find them but no luck. Even approached the cashier to ask for help, but there were people in line. A fellow who had been chatting non-stop to two women who appeared to be his girlfriend and her mother made eye made mutually grudging contact. I had noticed him before, but I was in no mood to crash their absorbing tete a tete. I told him my prob, and he gently began to lead me to the aisle I had visited. I started to tell him I had been there already, but then he reached down to the RIGHT side of the path and came up with what I needed faster than I can tell it. What made me not even think to LOOK at the right side shelving I don’t know, but I felt like a doddering bag of old goat.
Home. I felt so good, I didn’t even turn on the air conditioner, but I did allow myself a can of Campbell’s Select (Mexican Chicken; save your $2.28) and two pieces of whole wheat and Imperious — make that Imperial — magarine.
I am totally gladdened by Alberto’s departure, but I won’t believe it until there’s no fog when they put the mirror under his nose. More about that later today. I need to get back to work.
Live long . . . . and proper.
