I hope nobody saw me. What would I say? I was desperate. Iím sorry. I havenít had time to fix the power supply to the old faithful waffle iron and I was suffering from waffle withdrawal when I walked past the frozen waffles in the store. I said to myself, ďNo! Donít do it. Youíll find another cord somewhere among the other antique cookers.Ē But I couldnít help it. The pictures of the kids pouring syrup on the buttery waffles was too much temptation. I grabbed a package and hid it in my cart under the Lean Cuisine that was on sale. I donít know what I was thinking, I just couldnít help it. Iím sorry readers, I promise Iíll try not to enjoy them Sunday morning. (Iím going to stay out of that aisle)
You probably notice that my healing (physically) has come to a point where I can actually go shopping by myself using the nice carts as an off-road walker. I try to go at times when other (sane) people are still in bed, park beside one of the cart corrals, and hobble over and grab a cart and hang on. I was a little embarrassed when a young lady came up to me at the end of the checkout line and said, ďIíll take your cart for you, sir.Ē I held on tight and we had sort of a cart tug-of-war until I explained my situation to her. She just looked at me in that strange way that so many women do, and turned around and grabbed someone elseís cart.
Iím also able to get around better in the kitchen so things should get interesting again on that front. Iíve bought a bunch of microwave meals that are easy and uneventful if I donít use the yellow Windsor Melmac plates. One thing I donít understand about them is the difference in time of preparation in an oven rather than zapping in a microwave. Today I had some Chinese stuff which was tasteless but looked healthy. The directions told me to microwave it for five minutes or put it in an oven at 400 degrees for 35 minutes. Does this mean that child of the Radar Range is 30 times hotter than that huge gas fired oven which is plenty hot to me? I guess so and Iím happy with that.
I see by the Post that we are getting quite a batch of new widowed folks these days. I know some of them, but if I get a chance to talk to them, Iím just going to try to support them, not give them advice, keeping with the smart idea that we all have our own method of grieving.
Halloween is coming, which always causes a dilemma for me. I really like seeing all the clever costumes and funny little kids, but I hate opening the door in the cold weather. One year, after nearly freezing to the door handle, I put most of the rest of the candy in an ice cream bucket and made a little sign that said, ďTAKE ONE!Ē on it, closed the door, turned off the lights, and went and watched TV. Later, when I thought things were over, I checked and there was still candy left. Little kids are honest; itís the adults you have to look out for.
Be careful friends, itís getting winter out Ė donít fall!
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