It's Official

I have gotten up early today because my vacation is over and I am excited--that's right, excited--to get back to "work."

I need help.

Soup Night is Monday, so first this morning I'm going to the grocery store.  I like to get there early on weekends because it's less crowded, and long ago when I worked as a waitress (college years) I learned to fear the After Church Crowd.  I believe 99.99999999% of the people who go to church on Sundays are nice people before and after the service, but there's that .000000001% that seems to have decided that they have been to church, they're safe for the week and they can behave like total harpies for the next 7 days.  These are the ones who often like to go out after church so they can be seen as having BEEN to church.  (I guess if you're going to miss the whole point of the service anyway, aim big).  I think they might limit themselves to terrorizing waitresses, but just in case they regularly go get groceries AFTER brunch, I want to be in, out and gone before they show up.

My favorite grocery store, Winco, is being remodeled, so grocery shopping for the last few months has been a bit like a scavenger hunt.  Personally, I think this livens grocery shopping up considerably.  Interestingly enough, it also creates a sense of camaraderie between the fellow shoppers.  It's not unusual for one shopper to ask another if they've seen pancake mix, or baking soda.  For a while, when in question, I told everyone to look for the "feminine hygiene"  aisle.  Everytime I went there, something new had been moved to the shelves across from the 4000 types of "hygiene," and usually it was something that I was looking for.  Can't find flour?  Try feminine hygiene.  (which was true, by the way)  It was okay for me, but there are a lot of older couples who shopped there, and you can always tell the old men who had just been down the "hygiene" aisle for the first time in their lives--their ears glowed like some twisted offspring of Dumbo & Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  One day I met an older gent who had probably stumbled down that aisle more than once, and he was just walking in a little circle mumbling, "Oatmeal.  I just wanted oatmeal."  I found a nice store employee to take care of him, but I'm not positive that he ever got his oatmeal.

Then, I may be making more of the green tomato curry sauce.  While I would be disappointed if I got it in a restaurant and was charged $15.00 for it, for something one can pop open a jar of, heat, and dump over rice for a quick healthy dinner with no preservatives, it's pretty good stuff.  (Have I just written the world's longest disclaimer?)

Then...who knows?  Cooking lunch, making the bed, digging up a garden bed.....there's just no telling what sort of excitement I'll get up to today.  I might even buy some oatmeal........