Scattered Thoughts

I say scattered thoughts, because it is that kind of day. I have lots of different things to do, some related, some not. And things happened while I was out. So here goes.

I am preparing for a company dinner tonight. We invited the guests last night. At 10:00 PM we figured out a menu. I changed part of it at the grocery. Marty is blowing glass, so I am head chef and bottle washer.

This is Saturday, I don't dress until the afternoon. I don't make the bed period. I sleep until 9 or 10. By 10:30 I had dressed, read the paper, made the bed, and was off to run errands and go to Safeway. Not particularly thrilled to do this.

First I went to the library to pick up some books on hold. I pulled into a parking spot and the meter had failed. Oakland will still ticket you on broken meters. So I pulled out and started into the next spot. As I was pulling in, a man and a toddler on the loose started to get in the car to my left. I was moving and he let her run to the car and wait for him. And then she kept moving around. I sat there for a couple of minutes while he unlocked the car, put his books in, and finally he put the child in the car. This is a busy lot. I was not the only car pulling in or out. Some people shouldn't be allowed to have children.


At Safeway they had nice green beans, so the wild rice and asparagus plan was tossed. I got home about noon and grabbed a quick lunch. And then I started breaking beans. For non Southerners, we string them, break them, and cook them slow for a looooooooong time, with ham and bacon grease. It was a lot of beans and an hour later before they were ready to be seasoned and simmered. They are now doing their thing. Later I will throw potatoes in on top of them.


I have prepared a fresh fruit dessert, a shrimp salad, started my appetizers and I still have lots to do. But it is break time and I need to play on my computer.

Thoughts about Safeway. Why do people stop their carts in the middle of the aisle blocking both ways. OR stop across the aisle from another cart blocking everything. Why do idiot people ( men and women) leave their purses in the cart and wander off? Why do check out clerks seem to not like my reusable bags? They sell them. Maybe because I have everything in the bags on the conveyer belt.


I need to now set the table, find cocktail napkins and plates, and give the house a lick and a promise.

BUSY, BUSY WEEKEND

Friday I continued being domestic. I ironed nine shirts and one blouse. I also went to the grocery that morning. I think those 2 things put me pretty close to saint hood. Lucky's the Friday before Thanksgiving is awful. The only thing worse than that is Costco the Sunday before Thanksgiving. Yeah, Marty and I did that today. I may hit Safeway on Wednesday just to really get that I hate crowds feeling.

Friday night we had play tickets. We met friends for dinner and visited with them. Then the four of us went to the play. It was a disappointment. Not well done, sound was poor, singing was off key, acting was not great. It just not up to what the Willows usually does.

Saturday we had the big A TEAM dinner in honor of the Gramms being in town for the week. We started with appetizers at one house and then the rest of the meal at another house. We had wonderful food and great fellowship. And we had party favors. Lovely Hank and Thom had pictures of each couple on a stand and the outline of us had been laser cut. Great party favors. We ate too much and drank too much. And we laughed and laughed and then we cried some too. Don't worry about us driving home liquored up. We slept on Nancy and Lew's couch for a while, and then slipped out about midnight and came home. We don't do the drinking and driving thing.
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Today we had plans to start getting ready for the holidays. Marty was going to put up the outside lights, and drag out all the boxes of decorations. That didn't happen. We slept real late, loved that. We just weren't in the mood to start the Christmas stuff. We will regret that since we have no free weekends between now and Christmas. Oh, well. It will happen some way. Marty worked in the yard some, while I did even more laundry. We checked our friends' house in San Leandro and then did Costco.