Another Day in Hell

I just wanted to get a few items at the store and go home.  I figured Charlie and Jeremey would be here again to get done what they had to get done before they moved in tomorrow.  I didn't expect to have a meltdown in the ice cream aisle.

No, it wasn't me that had a meltdown.  It was someone else. I just happened to be pushing my cart past when a woman announced, "There's no fucking ice cream during a heat wave."

The shelves were empty but I think it was due to a refrigeration issue.  I really don't think someone emptied the freezers.  My mom thought it was a supply chain issue but I said no, all shelves were emptied.  It was probably an electrical malfunction if those freezers were full when I was there just yesterday.

I just pushed my cart pretty fast so I didn't get to hear anything else.  I did hear her yell at a checkout clerk before she walked out.  Good gawd.

There is a new grocery store down the street for crying out loud.  We're not in a food island by any means.  There was also fruit bars that they had in the other refrigerators.  Those are pretty good but ok, have a literal meltdown over ice cream.  Even Joe Biden wouldn't do that.  Trump?  Yeah.  I see that. 

So we bombed Iran.  Next.  People were worried about the nice lady with the big laugh getting us into a war? Ok.

I did see a Juneteenth celebration on a news station that had Joe Biden sitting with the other participants.  Someone was doing an interpretative dance and to be honest, I had no idea what it was about but I was so happy to watch and see Joe.  I miss that guy.  I want him to kick cancer's ass.

I weighed myself this morning. I didn't get the exercise that I had hoped, but I stayed away from sweets.  One bad day, but other days were a lot better.  It's the same.  I know I can't work up a sweat today or I might wind up in the ER but I'll watch what I eat.  I hate that I see one of my doctors in another week and a half but she's been kind and understanding.  

Today is a good day to do the things that I keep putting off like unpacking a couple of more boxes.  It isn't unpacking.  It's where do I go with this?  I want to keep my dresser clear because someone likes strutting up and down the dresser in the mornings so I got to find new places.

My two bosses are sleeping now in a chair.  Mom and Precious.  I'm bossed around by an old lady and my mom.  

I hear Charlie and Jeremy downstairs.  It'll be kind of weird to have someone living downstairs now.  It'll also be nice that I don't have to step outside and see dog shit in the 95 degree heat.  They were worried about the smell from the floor being finished.  Oh, my, the smells I can tell them about from the last 4 plus years.