Today's Observations

Sweetie has found another truck motor so now the seemingly endless "I gotta go to town for a part" has begun. Today, I blocked the door and said, "Not without me you don't."

Poor guy gave me a strange look and said, "Well, of course dear."

The library was closed so I struck out there. Then the grocery store we patronize didn't have potato starch flour so he grudgingly drove to Glen's Market. Why people shop there is beyond me but I did find the flour - for 79 cents more than I'm used to paying. When I told Sweetie about the price increase he accused me of trying to eat gold.

After filling our prescriptions and dropping cans off at the recycle place he remembered one more part he needs. Thirty-four dollars later we were headed home. Good thing too 'cause our funds are being siphoned off left and right.

I've felt so deprived not eating regular food that I had a batch of gluten free noodles whipped up in 10 minutes. The last paragraph of the recipe says, "After years of abstinence, probably the first thing you will want to do is eat the noodles hot from the pan, slathered with butter and grated Parmesan cheese."

Exactly what I did - until Mr. Truck Mechanic comes in and decides he'd like a taste.

Good thing he moved his hand when he did 'cause I'm in no mood to take care of a four-pronged owie.

After satisfying my taste buds I decided to commune with Mita the Wonder Cat.

Two things kept running through my gray matter:

The first was the phrase, "I'll believe it when I see it." Imagine all the people who will be reflecting on that statement as the collapse unfolds! For the hard-headed, delusional whack jobs, I wonder what their new refraim will be.

The second thing I kept pondering was - do I emit some kind of sonic signal to the lost and befuddled when I go grocery shopping? I'm beginning to think so.

Today, as I stared at the Bob's Red Mill display in Glen's Market, a woman pushes her cart up and says, "Kind of expensive stuff to be buying; don't you think?"

Well, yeah, it's expensive and I do think, though I may not look like I do.

Incredibly, she's yakking about expensive stuff while filling her cart at the most expensive grocery store in town!! Hellooooooooooooooooooooooo.

I tell her I have to eat gluten free and she says, "Well, I'd be dropping that idea in a hurry!"

"Dropping it isn't an option," I say.

She huffs a little and says, "Well, with the way things are going, we'll be lucky to eat oatmeal every day."

I dunno, I must've been in one of my moods 'cause I say, "Well, regular steel cut oats are a good thing to have stocked in your pantry."

The earth seemed to stand still. She narrows her gaze and seethes: "Oh no, you're one of those hippie survivalist wackos!"

Ya got that right sweetie!

I tell ya, it's downright entertaining to go out anymore.