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Lots did get done though. Took Sarah to the vet for a follow up this morning. They changed her dressing, said she was doing fine. Unfortunately they had to give her a mild sedative, she was so reluctant to let anyone handle her. They offered to reverse it with a second injection but I said no, I'd watch her until she got over it. She came home groggy and went to sleep, but in an hour or so she was awake and alert again. Made the ride home much calmer than it would have been.
Gary and Rob went off to a Civil War event. I went to my guild meeting, and stayed longer than I intended but got back about two. After some lunch I figured on taking Tess out back for her grass, and just as we started out something startled her. I don't know if it was an insect bite, a sound, or an acorn falling on her, but she did a little dance as she sometimes does when startled. Unfortunately her front hoof came right down the back of my left leg as I was stepping forward on the right. Ow! Fortunately I had on heavy jeans, so it's just abraded like a scraped knee and didn't actually contact the hoof. Still smarts though and I'm sure it will be a nice big bruise by tomorrow.
After putting her out and recovering from that, I went to get groceries. Thunder started shortly after I was out of sight of the house. Rain began when I was halfway there, and turned into a blinding downpour that lasted all of maybe 30 seconds. Then the sun came back out. Clouds were spectacular for the rest of the afternoon, and I'm sure someone to the east of us got considerably more rain and thunder because they were really starting to reach for the stratosphere.
Some amusement at the supermarket. I wasn't buying anything that unusual for when I go, but it was later in the day than I get there as a rule, so different staff were on duty. An older woman was working the express lane and others were backed up so she offered to take me through as she had no line at all. Then she expressed astonishment at what I was buying. "You're going to eat healthy this week," she said.
"Well, yes, I like vegetables and fruit." That store has a good produce manager, too, so they have good stuff at a reasonable price most of the time.
She shook her head, and said "Most of them are too lazy for that." I didn't ask which "them" she meant, but I know an awful lot of shoppers just buy convenience foods like frozen pizzas and microwave dinners.
Then we got to the total. Now it wasn't that large an order, about half filled the cart, but things like leaf lettuce and flour are pretty bulky so it took quite a few bags to pack it. The total was about $57.
"You got a lot of groceries for that much," she said, smiling.
I smiled back. "Yes," I told her, "I've had a lot of years to practice," which is also true. But I suspect again it was a comparison to the average adult male shopper, who is likely to carry out just a case of beer, a frozen pizza, and snacks like pretzels. That's likely to come near to $45 or so even though it all fits in a single container aside from the beer.
I tried not to feel smug about it, but didn't quite succeed. We aren't always real good when eating at restaurants, but we do make balanced meals at home much of the time, with care about nutrition. I guess that's nearly a lost art. Had the cashier been a teenager, I'd have had to tell them what half of the vegetables were so they could work out the prices.
Now the chores are done, the dogs are fed and have been out, and I'm going to make a salad. After all, I have to live up to the image I present. ;p
Gary and Rob went off to a Civil War event. I went to my guild meeting, and stayed longer than I intended but got back about two. After some lunch I figured on taking Tess out back for her grass, and just as we started out something startled her. I don't know if it was an insect bite, a sound, or an acorn falling on her, but she did a little dance as she sometimes does when startled. Unfortunately her front hoof came right down the back of my left leg as I was stepping forward on the right. Ow! Fortunately I had on heavy jeans, so it's just abraded like a scraped knee and didn't actually contact the hoof. Still smarts though and I'm sure it will be a nice big bruise by tomorrow.
After putting her out and recovering from that, I went to get groceries. Thunder started shortly after I was out of sight of the house. Rain began when I was halfway there, and turned into a blinding downpour that lasted all of maybe 30 seconds. Then the sun came back out. Clouds were spectacular for the rest of the afternoon, and I'm sure someone to the east of us got considerably more rain and thunder because they were really starting to reach for the stratosphere.
Some amusement at the supermarket. I wasn't buying anything that unusual for when I go, but it was later in the day than I get there as a rule, so different staff were on duty. An older woman was working the express lane and others were backed up so she offered to take me through as she had no line at all. Then she expressed astonishment at what I was buying. "You're going to eat healthy this week," she said.
"Well, yes, I like vegetables and fruit." That store has a good produce manager, too, so they have good stuff at a reasonable price most of the time.
She shook her head, and said "Most of them are too lazy for that." I didn't ask which "them" she meant, but I know an awful lot of shoppers just buy convenience foods like frozen pizzas and microwave dinners.
Then we got to the total. Now it wasn't that large an order, about half filled the cart, but things like leaf lettuce and flour are pretty bulky so it took quite a few bags to pack it. The total was about $57.
"You got a lot of groceries for that much," she said, smiling.
I smiled back. "Yes," I told her, "I've had a lot of years to practice," which is also true. But I suspect again it was a comparison to the average adult male shopper, who is likely to carry out just a case of beer, a frozen pizza, and snacks like pretzels. That's likely to come near to $45 or so even though it all fits in a single container aside from the beer.
I tried not to feel smug about it, but didn't quite succeed. We aren't always real good when eating at restaurants, but we do make balanced meals at home much of the time, with care about nutrition. I guess that's nearly a lost art. Had the cashier been a teenager, I'd have had to tell them what half of the vegetables were so they could work out the prices.
Now the chores are done, the dogs are fed and have been out, and I'm going to make a salad. After all, I have to live up to the image I present. ;p
