A weird day, but the harmonics are improving. Hum, see?

I was awakened, roughly through my heavy sleep, by one of my favorite pests. She had clothes to launder, a hankering for some Scrabble and of course, she was hungry. MEOW, I thought I heard. After going through a number of menu options, millet and barley, steamed in milk, with a dab of maple syrup seemed to be the preferred item (it having been cooked and the refrigerated aforehand). And so it was. I had also posed honey and molasses, but maple syrup won out. After which, we played two games of Scrabble, both of which she won. I feel a little better, actually. After these were done, the laundry too was completed and it was time for her to go.

While here, she defined and ensured plans which we have been discussing. It seems the lady is interested in going for a bit of a camping spin. She is not sure which day it will be until her schedule has been completed and posted for her perusal. With the knowledge, we will plan our escape. I will add her kayak to my rack, her to the passenger seat, our gear to the back, and some number of miles under the tread until we reach some place she wants to go. She seems to know where this place is. As I am improving, I may be able to add this place to my knowledge data base for future reference. It is amazing what being awake can mean. I will let her off, she will kayak to our camping spot, I will head to the camp, set up, perhaps prepare a fire and meal, but certainly I will fish. A night out, a little fresh air, and if I think it safe, perhaps a dip. No skinny on that last, since I am not and would not anywhile. Hmm, if I get lucky enough, fried fish would not be a bad later evening snack.

After she left, I truly enjoyed doing absolutely nothing of consequence. A bit of dabbling there, some looking here, a little of that, some of this, and nothing completed. Still, it was a fine waste of time, as wastes of time go. Finally, I decided I had better do something. I grabbed my list of things to get, added a few items to the list, considered where I could go, and out the door I went… with no clue as to what would happen.

I drove around a bit, first. Just looking and listening to my music. As I was driving, I realized I could and should return the videos I had rented first thing as planned, setting them where I would not forget slightly before leaving in preperation. So, I returned to the cave to get them since I knew where they were. Upon my return, I espied my neighbors wife outside with her youngest. Wishing to inquire and seeing the opportunity, I wave to ensure a welcome. It is returned, so I saunter over and request the goods. It seems the lad is just not yet ready to graduate to newborn status. He seems to have a case of cold feet, or is fretting that very thing. Mother, on the other hand, would like junior to kindly take his leave. The doctor has eased her mind with a definite due date. After the talk, I headed to the cave and retrieved the videos, left right where I would not forget them as I left the cave the first time.

I returned those and thought to see what else was available to rent. Hmmm, let me see, there was… nothing I wanted to see and even more that I would not wish to see. So, I hum about the video rental area an extra time to show that I really tried, then out the door I go with all the money I had intended to spend. I get into the X’ter as if I know where I am going, and I do, forward. I then decide to go to the trail. I will not do a complete circuit, but there is a side path that leads to some benches and the river. I take my comic book secret path to my hidden benches, both craftily secreted in plain sight. I sit, ponder, do nothing, ponder, then returned to the vehicle and started back to the cave. Then I remembered a few things on the list. A few goldfish for Rocky, he gets so lonely even if he is a poor playmate, and I wanted to see about belts. Walmart is all that is open, so I decide to stop in. They are also the store I go to for goldfish, so one stop shopping or browsing makes it even easy enough for me.

I have not liked the belts I have purchased in Wal-mart before, and I have looked at some of my favored clothier’s belts (which I have liked no more than Walmart’s belts). I finally find the section and begin inspecting belts. I only went down to a size 40 belt, I decided this after trying on several of each size and brand. After size was established, I begin twisting, pulling, yanking, and trying to destroy the belts that fit my taste and size. I find two which are not yielding that I like and grab them. Then to the pet aisle. I ask a black man for assistance in the pet department, goldfish are needed. He will get right on that. Fifteen minutes later I get my own, as expected. The check out girl is not so pleased. Chubby, scarred, disinterested except for being obviously unhappy, she calls for assistance. And, ten minutes later, gets it. Off I go. Should we have left together, I am sure she would have won a race to anywhere. Flying is faster and big bottoms only make harsh corners a bit easier by containing the broom in a Manchurian witch’s famous favorite death grip. No, seriously, crack kills. Though it is probably hell on her laundry bill.

A little supper is prepared after I return. I had considered eating out, probably one of the garbage venders one drives through. No, I want to hold on to my nickels, plus, I have better food at home. And, indeed I did. All day I have been hungry for rice, bean, and beef something. A cold chicken hindquarter was lunch and a spiffy one, actually. I was not sure if tacos where on the menu, or if fancy nachos was the entrée de jour. Nachos it was. The hamburger was cooked, the beans and rice warmed as it finished, and cheese was allowed to melt atop the lot as it cooled. It was about a pound of each, and perhaps a quarter of a pound of cheese, spiced to my preference even if it seemed a bit mild to my tastes after all. The mix then heartily sprinkled over a layer of corn chips, then another layer was created above the first, a portion of my mother’s homemade salsa, a little sour cream, and a glass of milk finished the show grandly. Well, it was much better than drive through fare by a long shot. And though I ate well, I still have enough for two more meals, should I eat exactly half so much as I did this evening. Before you go there, you should know that WAS using constraint. I do believe I could have finished the pan.

As I was doing that, I decided it was about time to brew more tea, this time with mint, dried spearmint leaves. I will let it cool, then refrigerate it. I would like to see how it tastes unadulterated. After which, I decided a little update was in order on the blog. Now to repair to the kitchen and repair the damage while prepping for a loaf or four in the morning, maybe a; nightcap, shower, glass of tea, news and blog review, then for sure a pillow fight with the bed, a losing one.