Showing posts with label groceries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label groceries. Show all posts

Friday, February 15, 2008

Two Years Later

Today marks two years since Mother passed on. I feel I owe her a bit of an apology for not making better use of the time and the resources at my disposal. Still, you can’t exactly skip steps.

I ambled up to Brother’s at noon to try to sign those documents but no one was home. I wandered off to the bank and made a deposit and moved some money from savings to checking so I can pay my March bills online. It was off to the grocery to pick up food for kitty. I got a few piggy items. Nutella, ice cream, stamps. Ok, I don’t eat stamps. Not yet anyway. On my travels I took note of who was hiring.

The walk was comfortable and easy although my feet are groaning. I picked up “active maturity” food for kitty and am mixing it in with her other food. I’m hoping it’ll smooth things out for her digestion. It was cooler today than expected.

When I left there was a notice from the complex someone wants to repair my metering system next week. Yeah. Whatever. They probably think it’s broken because my use is not as high as surrounding apartment. I’m just frugal.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Saturday Sundries

I've had a battle with a cold or allergies most of this week. Friday I was feeling better. There was not one actual sneeze but I expect that's about to be broken any moment. I just changed the litter box so kitty can be happy another week.

Because I was under the weather, I ordered groceries. The only item that didn't come was the cat food. They were out of that item and I didn't approve a substitution. It's OK. She isn't out of food yet. I didn't get any treats like ice cream; no sales.

The damned delivery came on exact time again. I was just finishing up in the bathroom when I heard the refrigeration unit on the truck outside. I had the same delivery driver. The poor deep freeze could not hold another item. Well, there's the sneezing. I don't know if it's litter dust or the ceiling fan so I turned off the fan.

Duckie's been scarcely online this week. I got a couple birthday cards out into the mail this week. Muz has been on holiday for a week already and Leon is on the very of his Tokyo holiday this week.

TV has been pretty uneventful. Greek wrapped up it's first season with a record audience for the channel.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

A Trek And A Tre

I strolled to the grocery and to the bank between 4 and 6am. I'm pretty sure that's the first I've left the community since early July. I hadn't planned to do a month's worth of grocery shopping but the urge overtook me. The night was clouded and felt warm, probably from humidity. Once again I managed to dump my groceries in the street thanks to a bungled attempt to avoid just that.

Along the way a few things tried to escape out bags and my new postage stamps flew from my pocket too. Yes, I finally got the new more expensive stamps. Even better, these are those "forever" stamps which means if he price goes up before I run out, I don't need to buy addition postage or wastefully double-up stamps.

I seem to remember the grocery kept stamps in the registers, even earlier this year, but someone had to unlock the service desk to get a book for me this morning.

I paid the rent. There's someone new in the office! She looks to be early 20s and only started yesterday. I hope that doesn't mean my favorite has left us. If she did, I hope she got a better gig.

There's a scent of wildfire smoke in the air from dual fires. One is in Mexico and the other in a county further north. Add in the fresh cut grass and humidity and I think I'll stay indoors the rest of the day.

Kitty is napping in her lounge chair and has been generally non-plussed at my comings and goings. Ok, she was hiding when I got back from my early morning errands but with all the noise I probably made dragging things up stairs, who could blame her for expecting the worst? I promptly shed my sweaty attire, filled a glass with ice and put on the A/C.

Last night we watched Flipping Out and Top Chef. I'm very sorry to see Tre eliminated on Top Chef. It was a surprise. He'd won three of the nine elimination challenges.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Fried Friday

It's Friday. I ignored the "Idol Gives Back" show. I had Duckie tell me who lost and he dragged it out just like Secrest. I was nervous for Blake but I'm finding myself less and less committed to the shoe (Edit: show, not shoe; thanks duckie.)

Next week is supposed to be a rock music theme. I think Phil might be able to do it if he picked a "Southern Rocker" but with the others it's "Just a bit outside" their zone.

I see a lot of discontentment with the Top 6 to Top 4 thing this coming week. I kind of laugh only because I didn't wait through two hours of self-indulgent begging for bucks and filler for that. At this point an hour of Idol results is full of filler. Two hours should be a criminal act! Read a live blog recap at Ricky.org.

I missed "Shear Genius" this week. It'll be repeated a hundred times so it's not a big deal. I ordered more checks. I have one left after paying the May rent. No sign of my ordered meds yet. I might just hide in bed today. I should go up to the grocery but I just can't get into the mood for it. Nothing is particularly critical yet.

I'm not fond staying shut into the apartment for weeks at a time but being outside, milling around other people, I find even more discomforting.

The face of movie ratings for decades, Jack Valenti, has died at 85. He is in the famous photo of Johnson being sworn in aboard the airplane after JFK was assassinated. The "champions" of "free speech" party introduced the film ratings system.

My intestines are rebelling. It's what launched me from bed this morning in fact. I don't recall eating anything unusual yesterday so I doubt it's food-borne illness. Based on how I generally feel, I'd guess the meds are making my guts goofy again. Traditionally a bit germ phobic--I used to eat pizza with a fork--I wash my hands even after using protective gloves and rinse my dishes a second time before use.

Update, it's 11:30am. I'm back from the grocery.

I just wasn't feeling good and the sun was already beating down on me when I left around 9:30. I almost turned around about two blocks from here. Along the way I pondered returning an abandoned cart up to the grocery but decided it wasn't my problem. I was feeling bad enough without adding to my caravan. When I got to the elementary school there was another cart, this one was overturned and belonged to a private store. In the cart were six empty cigarette boxes. It was an odd sight. The skeptic in me wondered if they were individualized to sell to kids on the sly. It wouldn't surprise me.

The grocery was vacant. Not really a surprise. Like Mother, I don't know how it stays open. I suppose I can't complain, it's a half-mile closer than my next option. I feel like all the blood was sucking from my veins and refilled under high-pressure. I got the things the cat needed: water and litter. I got another tube of hair ball gel for her too. She had barfed at the food dish this morning. I pulled the tablecloth and added some clothing for a laundry load. I thought I had a bag of laundry to do only to discovery it was clean! I'd washed it at the house and this was the laundry I pulled from the dryer when we took it to the neighbor.

So the cat got water and litter, what did I get? I got toilet paper. I thought I was going to fall down in the isle. It isn't as if I hadn't eaten this morning and I had my meds so it was a surprise sensation. It passed as a grazed along in the store.

After decoding the sales, comparing ply and numbers of sheets I settled on Charmin. I have to admit, I didn't know the classic "Squeezably Soft" Charmin is 1-ply! The 2-ply was the same sale price. As I did my calculus to decide what the hell to buy a disturbing feeling came over me when I noticed there were about a year's worth of toilet paper in a single roll under the Sheryl Crow plan. Think about that the next time you load a roll.

Chili was on a good sale ($1.75 ea). They only had five left on a "4 for" sale. Isn't that always the case? I got a rain check. Yes, I eat a lot of chili these days. It's tasty, filling, legumes are good for you and it's relatively low fat. I picked up more ravioli and stocked up on a bit of frozen items. I was going to get Haagen Dazs but it wasn't on sale and so guilt set in. I couldn't justify it. I decided to get a gallon of"Dreyer's Slow Churned" for $3. I got the 1/2 fat, not the "no sugar added" because it uses Splenda like that putrid blueberry yogurt I had a couple weeks ago--blech!

I looked for chocolate covered almonds on the candy isle. My favorite HD is called "Vanilla Swiss Almond," a vanilla ice cream with chocolate covered almonds mixed throughout. To my amazement I found three kinds of chocolate covered almonds on the isle. Dove had both milk and dark chocolate covered styles. Brachs only had milk style. I got one bag of Brachs and one of the Dove dark. I might've been able to get three pints of HD for what the two bags of almonds and gallon of Dreyer's cost but with eight pints to a gallon, I'm coming out ahead.

Mother and I used to indulge on Dove dark pieces from time to time. I *know* I like it.

I may have complained about the supermarket corn flakes in another entry but if I hadn't, let me say I'm convinced they are grown in a test tube. They tasted exactly like the bulk version that I'd been getting. I got a box of the bulk ones today because they were on sale. Although I definitely prefer another kind, at a different store, I wasn't going to pass up 48 oz of corn flakes for $3. Besides, I wasn't seriously going to walk to another store just for corn flakes. I'm not too disappointed. I've kind of made a deal with the devil when it comes to these alien flakes. I'm chea... frugal and a little sugar and enough milk and I can ignore their otherwise funky texture and faux corn taste. That last reference was a cheap shot. The box claims it's real germ-free corn.

I wore my boots to the grocery. I thought it would help keep my ankles for aching. On the positive side, it helped. Unfortunately, my achilles kept rubbing until it tore the skin. (Yes duckie, I took pix.)

The cat was hiding in the corner behind her bedroom chair when I brought the groceries up. She's moved to her living room chair for an afternoon nap. No meds in the mail today, only more ads. Grrr.