Randomness

A boat from Holland Michigan in the Savannah River. That is where my niece lives.

Saturday was pedicure day and after that I hobbled around Trader Joe's making groceries. Buy of the day were the dry daffodils you put them in water and they bloom. Beautiful yellow in the kitchen. Second was the pot of herbs for the kitchen sill. Makes it seems more like Spring.

Grosse Pointe is famous for the Estate Sales. There are companies that take care of this and this is the season. The best are the sales where someone died because the house is usually older and the stuff is much more interesting. This weekend was just a moving sale and quite overpriced. The stuff left behind was not at all interesting and I was looking around upstairs before trying to get down without a hand rail-aesthetics versus safety me thinks, when the sale lady tells me the owner of the house is an artist and I was seeing one of her paintings for sale. Yee Gads, selling your own paintings in a garage sale with your broken caned chairs?

Got a text on Saturday of a problem at work. This is a bad problem and there is a nasty meeting on Monday morning that I have to attend and explain this shit. And there is no answer other than we are a terrible supplier and why do you keep sourcing us business. And for the first time no one is emailing me because they do not want to go to the meeting-- so I guess I have carte blanche until Monday afternoon. This is when they will tell me I handled this badly. I am hopeful this is when the customer tells them to haul their happy asses in their and explain.

Big Daddy and I are not speaking. We had a big fight. I went to the pantry to get out the dog's leash and a pack of cigs fell on my head. I do not care if you smoke, but dammit it all do not lie to me about it. I am not amused. Enough said.

Moving Forward

Big Daddy is happy. He has a soft bed, a kitchen, places to buy food that will not kill you, and me.

And I have someone to share the routine with, it is great.

We decided to quit smoking when BD got a new job. Then when everything went crazy he decided to quit smoking when he left China. So last Thursday on the way to bed I soaked the rest of the pack in water and tossed it. Sunday was day 3 and that is the worst day for me; not my first time at the rodeo. Today is much better and with the price of smokes I think there is less incentive to take up the habit again. That and it is just a hot button in so many ways.

Reasons I re-started smoking in the past: got fat-am now on thyroid meds, doctor told me I prolly had uterine cancer, had my back go out so bad I could barely walk when I had the worst IBS attacks of my life. 

So now that I am joining the mainstream I need something to bitch about. All mainstreamers bitch. I already hate many things: other people's children, other people's fragrances, and most other people. I just need to pinpoint something I can carry on about and sniff into a hanky. I need hankies.