Off to the clinic for an early appointment, (Jeff gave me a lift) and then I went completely berserk. Wandered into a cooking supply place, got a bunch of kitchen gadgets I actually needed, and a bunch I don’t but had to have. Bought a new handbag (basically a black shopping bag with zippers, just barely big enough to hold my laptop). Bought two stems of white freesia. Walked from Cambie and Broadway to Kingsway and Broadway. On the way poked my head into the Luddite’s place of work and got off the perfect line… the Luddite’s boss said, “For me?” when he saw the flowers and I just grinned and said, “No, for him!” which amused the Luddite no end. He’s much the same as always, except more so. Of course he wouldn’t take the flowers from me so I got to be a smart ass to his boss AND keep the flowers. Then I wandered into a mattress store and after telling the guy to wake me in an hour after finding the perfect mattress, purchased two single mattresses with covers, to be delivered next Saturday. That’s so Keith has a proper bed when he sleeps over. Also, as much as I like the Fjord Queen bed it’s too damned big for my little bedroom, so I’m going to go back to sleeping on the floor. I have a week to reorganize things so when the mattresses show up I have places to put them. With that done I walked to the next bus stop and went home, many hundreds of dollars poorer. But I can julienne things, and I have proper garlic technology, and I found out where to buy a cast iron grill for the oven, and I got two cute little egg poachers and promptly used them to make our lunch (Jeff declared himself contented), and I can now properly clean tea and coffeepots, and I got to listen to the chef in the back (there are cooking classes at the back of the store) shriek and giggle in a most entertaining way. I also got to listen to an openly gay man tell the gal at the counter that the store was worse than crack, and I was in no position to debate the point….
Now:
I assault the bathroom and remove scum and squick;
I do some on line banking to backstop my purchases;
I run some laundry;
I do some mending;
I fix my little green hat so it sits on my head properly;
I review the list of things to do that I made while waiting for the very sweet woman who saw me at a clinic (never get two perimenopausal women in the same room discussing the joys thereof, it’s wonderful for us but murder on the appointment schedule).
It has to be spring. I got my mo back.
