Today is the second errand day of the week. Wednesday's errands started off with turmoil because it was snowing. Supposed to be sleeting. I didn't want to go, but Mr. L said the weather might get worse.
Left the house with a cloud of blue above me (um...my language was a tad salty. Hey, I worked production in a machine shop for 18 months. I earned every one of those blue words). But I still had a Christmas CD on in my car so by the time I hit the high school (about a minute into my grocery store commute), I had cheered up considerably. The fact that the roads had been heavily salted and were merely wet made my joy complete.
Still, I thought I deserved a treat for braving the winter chill and stocking up on supplies in case we were snowed in for a month. Important stuff like cat treats, cat litter, gummy orange slices, ham hocks and guitar strings.
I wasn't about to treat myself to a package of Vienna Fingers or Nutter Butter cookies. One of the hazards of authordom is a widening buttox, from which I already suffer greatly. So, I stayed right out of the cookie aisle. But still, I deserved a treat for mushing to the store to keep my tiny family (two people and four cats) from starvation.
And then I saw it (actually THEM): Two twirly racks of SEEDS
Seeds mean spring is coming. Seeds mean life returns to the once-frozen earth. Seeds mean veggies fresh from the garden.
Only . . . I couldn't decide what to get, and it's really far too early to start plants for outside. So I settled on a package of cilantro. Weee, I'm planting cilantro that can live happily on my kitchen window sill! When I have leaves, I can cut them and put it on my Aloo Matar! I could toss it on a taco! Weeee!
Today my mother has a doctor's appointment and she was told it would take at least 90 minutes. As designated daughter, it's my duty to take her there. But I have errands to run. I'm heading to K-Mart for long underwear (if they still have any). Got a post office run to make. And, the craft store has stickers on sale for a buck!
Yes, you know your life is boring when $1 stickers can actually entice you.
And when I get back, I'll jump back into the book. There's a teensy problem with . . . oops--can't say it. Spoiler alert!
What tiny thing in your life brings you joy that can compare to $1 stickers?