To the store and back. An ogre's tale.

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Shortly after posting, then spending time rehabilitating my wakefulness, I jumped in the shower, spiffified my lonesome, and called my friend.  He would not go.  He had things to do, and an appointment in a while, so I went all lone ranger on the trip.  First the hardware store.  Anchors, enough, and long enough, for just about anything I could need them for in the short small term, two 2'x2'x1/2" drywall panels, just in case and to have some on hand for other possible events, such as wiring checks.  I forgot to buy a pen-tester for electric, and I didn't look at what they offered for clamp volt meters either.  I did, while I was there, pick up two houseplants, to be hung from the ceiling.  One in this, the computer, room.  One... somewhere else.  Oh, nothing fancy or exotic.  Since my mother homified my house, I thought I would keep up in that vein, and nothing says home like green growing plants.

After that, a trip to the tobacconist.  A couple of rolls of tobacco where had, and while entering the place I noticed a smoke house restaurant seemed to have or be open or opening in that area.  I asked the women in the tobacco shop whatfor.  She said the place was open, it was just not yet advertising.  This is the same place that was flooded to closing... a year or two(?) ago.  Okies.  I had to stop and have me a bit of brisket, with potato and yam fries for the sides.  And, remembering my friend absolutely loved their baked beans, I grabbed two sides of those to take to him.  All good, a smoke house within easy reach, again, finally.  I took the beans to my friend, did a social call there, then headed to the grocery store.  In and out.

My list was with me but I knew two things.  First, I kept losing it in all my pockets and couldn't seem to keep it straight anyway.... and it might be incomplete.  *shrug*  I used it a few times to sort things out a bit, then just... put it away somewhere and thought not another thing about it.  I think I have everything for the habanero sauce... I think.  If so, tomorrow or Sunday that will go into the pot and begin to stew.  It won't take all that long.  It will stink up the house pretty awful, from what I have read.  The price of victory I suppose.

Not bad.  But now the service engine dummy light is lit.  I am hoping to make a call, and perhaps take her in, tomorrow.  My friend suggested he would be interested in going shooting this coming Tuesday.  I think that can happen.  I just want to make sure my vehicle is running right before then, or get it fixed as needed before hand.  Ugh but what this world does to make sure we don't just go to sleep!  Well, if it doesn't put us to sleep, for the long haul.  Eh?  One way or another, but for now I am moving along as fast as my little reality allows.  Later.