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Not until later. I finally arrived to see my friend at about 16:00. It seems he needed new pants and a coat. It is fun shopping for new stuff. He purchased three pair of pants in the right sizes, and a jacket. I was able to help him find what he needed. The size tags are often small, and as with many stores, around Christmas at least, keeping the sizes in order is difficult. Hunt and peck. Not my favorite activity but it wasn't that bad today. Grocery stores, with dozens of similar products, all bunched together in aisles stacked floor to ceiling, are the places I despise. This soap is for cold water, with bleach, for high efficiency machines, with softener, original (whatever that means anymore). On it goes. Clothes are a bit easier, usually. He didn't quite feel up to supper, or dinner out. But a half pint of his favorite brew sounded good. After that I let him off, helped him get his goods in, then went shopping myself.
Just food and cat items. Two cats sure go through a LOT of cat litter. I go through a 35-40 pound sack of litter every four to six weeks. Perhaps I am not doing it right? Along with that, they eat three to four 24 can packs of wet and a bag of dry food a month. Sum total, I would say they cost about a sixty dollars a month, give or take. It's toting the bags of litter that gets to me. Never mind, I'll do it. I do love the little house squirrels. Oh, I got a goodly number of treats. They go through those quite quickly.
I also bought a bit more, minor foods. I have not been eating right lately. I have cheese, I just ran out of salami and other nibblets. I should be good to go for a goodly period of time. Then, on my way home, a meal to go. Nothing fancy, I can't afford it. I still have to bring all that in. I hope, after doing that then a short rest, to finish the dishes. I really need to get to Church tomorrow. I miss receiving the Eucharist. It is like air, water, and food combined, and more still. Perhaps I am silly, but since I found it... I abhor going without it.
Well, on to other things. Perhaps, over the weekend, I can find my feet and put them on the track to good things. Good night.
Wishing you a Most Merry Christmas, Doom! May it be shiny and bright.
ReplyDeleteGreat that you could help a friend. Good deeds make everybody smile.
ReplyDeleteAs do cats. Is there a photo here of them that I missed?
Jean,
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. Your wish has been granted! My next post will express how that wish has come to fruition. Well, as well as my feeble attempts at writing and thinking permit.
Opus #6,
Oh, I do no good deeds where my friend is concerned. I like his company. It is fun to have another rascal with whom to commiserate, and chuckle at our continued existence in spite of it all. He just had five units of blood pumped into him this week. Five! Plus untold, yet, amounts of iron going in. Neither of us have any real right to be alive, let alone enjoying ourselves on a little shopping spree. Ha-ha!
No photos of the girls, yet. But thanks for... reminding me. I have a way, I think, now, of doing that. I just have to figure it out, mostly. I need women, even their slightest request weighs on me, in the good way (usually... nag... :p ). *laughs*