Wanda was half way out the front door when she asked if I wanted her to stop for milk on the way home.
Wanda got up at 4:45 this morning. She fed the cats and cleaned the litter boxes. She went outside, in the dark, and filled the two bird feeders. When the computer booted up she checked this weeks Safeway Just 4U offerings and printed a list. She made and ate breakfast. She put a load of laundry in the washer and took a load out of the dryer. She showered, put on make-up, did her hair and got dressed. During all of this I know she took a few minutes and spent them with Steve the Cat. He's still looking for Silvia and is a tad depressed. Oh ya, she also did forty minutes of aerobics.
I got out of bed at 6:45 and did thirty minutes of aerobics. I got dressed, went outside, and moved the small brown garbage tote from the curb to the backyard. I made a latte' and sat down in front of the computer. I did all of this in one hour. There was no freaking way I was going to ask Wanda to stop for milk.
Needing just that, I drove down to the new Walgreen's about a mile from here. It's a great big store that has just about everything except customers. Although I should mention it has a drive through pharmacy and the lines are longer than an early morning Starbucks.
I made my milk selection, Berkeley Farms Non-Fat, one gallon, $3.29 (gas is more). I approached the check out counter determined to initiate some interaction with the clerk. "Hi there, beautiful morning." I said. She mumbled something and looked at me as though I had a third eye in the center of my forehead.
I've been in the store a few times and she's usually friendly. I think the lack of enthusiasm may have been her concentration on the task at hand. She was stocking display shelves with cigarette packs. I don't know the cost. Somewhere between a night at the movies for two with popcorn, and the national debt? I understand why my little gallon of milk didn't get her undivided attention.
I wasn't sure what the national debt represented so I looked it up. I still don't know but the site had a nifty number reel thing that totaled it continously. I watched it for several seconds but it was spinning so fast I got slightly nauseous.
More information on my quest for Netflix captions. The customer service person told me our TV does not have a caption setting. Well it does and I discovered it yesterday. The television has a setting for captions but only if it's set to receive programming through an antenna or a simple cable input. In other words, the two most inexpensive ways to watch television.
If the signal is routed through the Xfinity box, which is necessary for premium channel reception like HBO, which we have, or if the hdmi input is used, the TV captioning is unavailable. In other words, the most expensive and visually pleasing ways to watch television.
This is it, I'll not spend anymore time and effort on this conundrum. It's only a problem when we stream Netflix on the LG TV. We have a great sound system, I can turn up the volume.
Saw this headline the other day, "How To Spot and Dump a Frenemy."
Now, I don't know what a Frenemy is but I can take an educated guess. Fren=friend and emy=either enema or enemy, which applied here, are sort of alike. One helps you evacuate and the other is something you should. So a Frenemy must be a friend who needs an enema.
I'm getting pretty good at this "New English." Yesterday I heard the term "sexting" which is sex via text. How good can it be if your thumbs are busy?
There are a dozen ways to recognize and deal with unhealthy emotions written by doctors and relationship experts. They're making the break-up of a friendship more complex than my divorce.
Know When To Bail Out: The good doctor says the signs are there. If you leave an outing with that friend drained rather than energized. Or if you feel ugly emotions and behaviour patterns when you're ordering lunch it's time to move on. My suggestions, don't stress out looking for their signs, give them one of your own. Order an extra hot vente latte, nonchalantly dump it in their lap and say, "My bad....and so are you" as you walk away.
The emotional well being of young people is much more complex than us old folks. We don't have the time for such nonsense. This morning Wanda and I had a slight tiff. The reason's not important. We're human and every so often, like a tooth reacting to heat or cold (see how I worked the tooth thing in since she works for a dentist) we hit a nerve. (if you're having problems with a tooth or a nerve remember she works for a dentist) When that happens we each take a breath, count to ten, and it's over, done, forgotten.
See how easy that is? Faster than filling a cavity....did I mention she works for a dentist?
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