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Moving In Mud
Another bizarro day. Like I was walking in mud.
It took me a long time to wake up. I was a zombie. I woke myself up enough and fed the rodents as per usual.
I decided to try my Le Crueset griddle pan to make a pancake (1 huge one) for breakfast. You see, I've owned this pan for a very long time, got it for free for selling the stuff. Since it's enameled cast iron (bare cast on the griddle side though), it can be a bit of a task to clean it- and I hadn't yet seasoned it properly. But since I bought that vintage cast iron skillet I've been in love with cooking on cast iron. So yesterday I had that pan, my Le Crueset grill pan and my sister's new (got from her wedding) Macy's Martha Stewart grill pan out and baked on some Crisco to speed the seasoning along. Anyhow, it cooked my pancake beautifully. It's the start of a beautiful relationship.
I got ready, I was to meet up with my old co-worker for lunch around 12:30. After I took a shower, I put Galaxie's harness on and took her outside. It only took her about 5 or 10 minutes to go back up the stairs to our apartment. I wasn't going to fight her- sooo. tired. I went and took a nap until my friend called to confirm lunch. So I got up and got myself out the door to run a couple of errands before lunch.
I went to the post office to get a flat rate box for AZ's birthday present. I figured it's better to send it that way than normal parcel because the cast iron pan I got him is going to weigh a ton. So it will be that, the scrubbie, a pan scrapper and can of Crisco (to help him season) I bought at Wal Barf today, and a package of add water cornbread mix. (He likes to fry fish- so what's better than fish and corn bread?- just my logic). I may add a hand towel from the dollar store or something before I send it. Probably won't send it until the 20th so it gets there just a tad before his birthday.
I drove over the the credit union to pay my bank note on Roger. Gads it'd be nice not to have a car payment.
I went to Sur La Table, the kitchen store, just to kill some time. Honestly, I didn't see one thing there I felt I couldn't live without. Granted I couldn't have bought anything even if I wanted to, but really nothing struck my fancy.
That's when I went to Wal-Barf to buy a lightbulb for my fish tank, and the little extras for AZ.
Went to lunch. It was ok. I wish I could have been more alert. My mind was stuck in the mud. I didn't pay her the proper attention. I did listen, just didn't participate to my full extent.
Dropped by the grocery store, trying to spend as little as possible. Picked up extra baby food for the ratties at work. I'm a sucker. I know. Got some cash back so that I can go to the movies tomorrow.
When I got home I went back to bed. Gads. Woke up to do laundry and eat dinner. With my luck working like clockwork- the dryer with my jeans in it quit sometime during the cycle and they were still wet. Frustrated, I just put my laundry out on the balcony to dry.
Talked to AZ about my trip in October. Told him I didn't think I'd be able to swing the holidays and October. Told him he'd have to pick. He's picked October. So I went online to procure my tickets- last weekend they were 90 each way, this week they were 137! Ack! I certainly can't afford that right now. I don't have enough of a cash cushion in my account to be comfortable with that. So I'm going to have to wait and watch. I so hope the fares don't keep going up.
Friend Ry from Vegas called. Says he's been thinking about me. Don't really know why. I seem to be on people's minds when they break up with people but not when they're with people. I guess I should just be grateful when people think of me at all.
So. I need to get up semi-early to take Wicked out for a drive. Hoping to take Galaxie out on her harness. Then go to the movies. Clean up my living space so I don't feel like a complete slob. Kind of kicking the idea around to go to the gym. I doubt that'll happen though. I feel like a slug. Maybe that's some incentive to go. We'll see.
G'night Diaryland.
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