Saturday and St Patrick's Day

 Saturday was not a bad day, but not necessarily an outstanding day. Except, I am here. I have slept 1.5 hours since 6:30 pm yesterday. UGH!

A piddling bit of decluttering occurred, mostly what I had cluttered on Friday and Saturday. Otherwise, it would get to be so messy. It was not enough to even mention. But, of course, every little bit of decluttering helps in the long run. 

I decided to just go ahead to the grocery to get things Tommy found in the Publix Ad. He had circled things--zucchini, cheese curls. He took back the receipt where we had been charged for Aquafina water when what he got was Dasani 2/$9. Two Aquafina 24 packs were about $15. So, because of the mix-up, he was charged for only one of the Dasani. That was a $4.50 savings. Plus, he recouped the almost $8 where he was overcharged.

Then, we went to Food Giant where he brought the ads out to me, and we examined them to shop right then instead of going back another day. There was nothing we wanted or needed on sale.

Because I am so tired, I wanted a chocolate milkshake or cone. We got a milkshake at DQ. Mine had something nasty and brown and hard. No, it was not chocolate. I become extra foolish when I am exhausted and cannot resist fattening stuff. I always forget that DQ has horrible chocolate milkshakes because I only get one about every two years. They discontinued the chocolate soft serve cones, my favorite ice cream from DQ. I did not want anything else.

In the meantime, I remembered I had not gotten carrots, so he went back into Publix for carrots and brought out chocolate ice cream, too. I forgot we need onion. Remember, my brain is rattled. 

We will have another white dinner, I suppose. However, I want slaw with my chicken. Potatoes will be for Tommy. I want chicken with BBQ sauce and slaw. 

For some reason, I still have the weight loss from the intestinal upset. And, I am losing more weight. That is a bad sign. I am certainly eating enough to gain the weight back. I will need to address that Monday with a doctor or appointment. 

Friday, we cooked six bscb, ate one between us, so have five left. I froze three of those in separate freezer bags. We will appreciate these on days we don't want to cook or have a late day out. 

I napped for four hours, getting up at 10 pm. I ate no dinner, just pbj sandwich and milk. I think.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

We have absolutely nothing planned to celebrate the day. The shamrock on the front door will come down after dark. I bought the shamrock about three or four years a day at a clearance sale, so not much spent. I don't own anything green to wear; Tommy has a shirt that says "Elder" on the sleeve. It is something he wore to some sort of church conferences. I do have a button with a shamrock on it. 

Karolina and her brothers. Hallelujah - Karolina Protsenko & Her Brothers (youtube.com)

I love this channel.

Now, I need to get busy decluttering my table. I might do a bit more. This is the only way I can keep more clutter happening. It never seems like much, but it works for me. 

I  think a nap is in order since I never sleep more than 3 or 4 hours when I go to bed.

What are you eating or wearing to mark the green day?

Are you Irish? I am Scots-Irish on my mother's side. 

Overheard in the grocery store

The first instance was in late 2005 or early 2006. I presumed the couple were from NOLA because of their accents, his in particular. I suspected Katrina had thrust them together. He was so happy, appeared in love with the woman with him. He smiled at her a lot and his body language told volumes about how he felt about her. He was tall, well over six feet tall and lean. She was probably 5'5" and seemed to be soaking up his attention. He was effusive; she was silent. He did not touch her or violate any societal norms with his attention, but he was within a breath of her.

"Just buy whatever you want. Anything. Here, let's get potatoes." He heaved a big bag of potatoes into the cart. Soon, he had loaded up the cart with all sorts of good fruits, vegetables, nuts in the shell. Soon, I moved on and could hear him cheerfully talking about the food to get.

She did not seem to return his smiles or body language that would indicate they were a couple, unlike him. He always referred to what "we" will do at home.

We passed each other several times. Soon, I circled back and was shocked when I saw their cart. There were no more fresh vegetables except for tomatoes. Everything else was canned--beans and such. There were dehydrated potatoes and shelled nuts and boxed cornbread mix.

He did not look happy at all, no smiles, no hovering over her in an intimate way. She seemed less stressed looking once she was relieved of the burden of actually cooking.

I certainly wished I could have been witness to the dumping of fresh vegetables and gathering of canned goods, boxed dinners and boxed desserts. The flour was gone but there were canned biscuits.

I wanted to tell him to run fast.

Last week or maybe the week before, I was slowed down in WM by so many carts and "family reunions" and overheard another conversation. An older woman, maybe 60, was pushing a cart and gathering groceries. A younger woman, maybe 35, was with her and a teen girl. The older woman picked a box off the end cap and said, "This is good." The younger woman took the Hamburger Helper from the cart and slammed it back on the shelf.

"Get macaroni and cheese. It's the SAME thing and cheaper." (HH was not on sale, so not a good deal at all.)

Your turn
Do you ever hear funny or telling conversations as you are negotiating the grocery aisles?