Well, the cold is in full gear and oh, what a cold it is. It could be worse, mind you, but since this is the first cold of the season, I have nothing to compare it to. So, to me, it’s bad. I am medicated, but it’s pretty mild medication–sudafed and advil. Anyway, the medication isn’t quite doing the trick and if anyone has suggestions that don’t make me feel too wacked out, I’ll take them.
So here was my day. Like you care, but I need to share. Kids have a half day, as I mentioned. In the two short hours they were away, I managed to write a little, read a little, and do some laundry. Then Mr. Geeky took us to Arby’s for lunch. I know, he’s a sweetie. He dropped us back home while he went to parent-teacher conferences (the reason for the half day). I do more laundry, a little blogging and when Mr. Geeky gets back, it’s time to go out into the world. I have to go to the post office and the grocery store, which are pretty much right next to each other. Well, the line at the post office is out the door, of course. Oh, and did I mention I’m in sweats because all my clothes are in the wash. I also have on no makeup and my nose is running. Lovely, just lovely. I have two packages, one small, one medium. They’re not too heavy but after what seems like hours, they start to gain weight. No one in the post office looks happy. It’s not a pretty place to be. There’s got to be a better way. And it cost me a fortune to mail that stuff. And I’m not done!
Okay, so I leave the post office and drive around the corner to the grocery store. It’s before 5, but it’s still packed. I hate going out during the holiday season because people who don’t normally leave their house are suddenly out in droves because relatives are coming or whatever. I see this woman, age unknown, but likely beyond retirement age, who has almost literally painted her face. Her eyebrows are nowhere near where her real eyebrows should be and her lipstick goes way beyond where her real lips end and it’s like a frosty purply color that looks horrendous. It looks like what kids do to those Barbie makeup heads. I was frightened. Oh, and people like her are wandering around the grocery store. Luckily, I’m so out of it, I don’t notice too much.
Anyway, I’m wandering around in a daze with a list but with a desire to go down each aisle to stock up through Christmas. By about aisle two, my left eye starts watering. My nose is still running, not a tissue in sight. I sneeze every other aisle, at least twice. People are looking at me the same way I was looking at the painted lady. This is not good. I’m walking down the aisles sneezing, kind of hunched over, with my left eye half shut and watering. Could be bird flu, could be ebola. No one’s getting near enough to find out.
Finally, my cart loaded up, I plant myself in a lane. Of course, I pick the lane with the guy who has no talent as a checker. There were two people in front of me. He screwed up something on each of them. He almost forgot to charge me for my groceries. Rang them all up and then printed a receipt without completing the debit card transaction. I should have just left, but I bet that woman behind me would have been stuck with the tab. I had to bag my own groceries, too, which is what they do up here. By the time I was through the line, the entire store had cleared out.
Two hours later, I’m home. Mr. Geeky unloads and cooks dinner. I’ve declared a state of emergency for myself.
