Dell and I went to the grocery store this morning to replenish the larder; it is senior day on the first Wednesday of the month at the local Kroger outlet with an extra 10% discount for those who qualify, the place was packed with old, slow people pushing their walker/shopping carts around, clogging the aisles. Some people never learn to drive on the right side of the lane, leaving room for others to pass - they believe it their deity given right to stop in the middle of the aisle while they search for whatever they think they need, or until they remember what it was they were looking for! We returned $130.00 poorer, but will be stocked for most of the next few weeks.
Upon return, we loaded the shelves while Karen finished her ablutions and Deb hassled with an airline regarding the weather related delays around Houston stranding a few clients headed for cruises - brave clients still not afraid to travel in the face of the COVID 19 pandemic are few and far between, they need to be served!
We then headed out in the red Taurus for Cave Creek Arizona, a quick 17 miles away. Because Dell and Karen volunteer at the local Democratic Party offices, our goal was to perhaps find a ceramic pottery donkey to grace the Dem office front entry and also to dine at our favorite local restaurant, The Horny Toad. We sat on their patio along with all the other aging hippies on winter vacation and dined on patty melts, tuna melts and taco salad, washed down with soda or Dos Equis Lager. An enjoyable afternoon meal in the cool sunshine (actually cool enough that we were forced to purchase a souvenir hooded sweatshirt emblazoned with the Horny Toad logo. We then stumbled around the rock shops and pottery junk stores looking for the ephemeral donkey; never did find it but did successfully ward off all the junk on offer.
We returned to sit in the sunshine reading our Kindles, napping in front of the TV, or sneaking into the bedroom for a post-prandial snooze. Cocktail hour finds us out on the patio, sitting in front of a freshly laid fire in the kiva, talking about kids and grandkids. During our grocery shopping escapade earlier in the day, Dell and I had picked out a two pound slab of salmon which he laid on the grill wrapped in foil. Perfectly cooked, we accompanied this with a glass of wine, salad and cooked spinach - for us a really healthy dinner. One would think that we were all well rested, but by 9:30 the crew began stumbling into their bedrooms, one by one, signalling an end to another “exhausting” day.
