Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

a bag of grapes, a light bulb, two magazines and a bottle of water

These were the random items I paid for when I checked out at Wal-Mart this evening.  I can’t explain the reasons behind each item...I just bought what felt right as I wandered down each aisle.  But as I stood in the checkout lane, I suddenly had the feeling that the other people in line were looking at me funny for having such an unusual set of choices at ten o’clock at night.  I had my answer ready if anyone had asked…I was on a scavenger hunt and I only had one item left to find, but it was unlikely I would win unless I was prepared to raid a bowling alley…and I know that is a strange reply to an unasked question, but what else does one do while waiting to check out at the local Wal-Mart on a Monday night?

So without having to come up with an interesting reason for my lonely little bag of grapes, my single low wattage light bulb, two holiday decorating magazines, and the cold bottle of water that I drank before even leaving the store, I was forced to leave Wal-Mart and go home. 

Nothing even close to interesting was going on at home tonight.  It was a cold, wet, November day and I didn’t even have the foresight to bring some firewood inside before it started to rain, so there was no chance of a nice warm fire tonight either.  I had a paper to edit for my sister, and a blog to write, and once I finished those things, I was heading straight to bed with little to show for the entire day.

I did make dinner.  It was a nice fall like dinner too.  I made Swedish meatballs and gravy over egg noodles with a side of garlic Brussels sprouts.  And I even made the meatballs from scratch!  I had never made this dish before, but it was a hit, and my stock with Mike has gone up a few points.  This was perfect timing as I didn’t get any cleaning done today.  The only thing I washed was the dog, and that was only because he decided to go swimming in a mud pond in the back yard before lunch.  The good news is, he will smell very nice when he climbs into my bed in the wee hours of the morning to take up every available square inch of mattress at the foot of the bed. 

I hope it stops raining in the night.  I don’t mind the cold, but I don’t like the wet.  All things considered, I would rather it snowed.  And since I can’t use the rain as an excuse not to clean two days in a row, I guess I will be vacuuming tomorrow. 

And if the rain keeps up, I’ll be washing the dog again too. 

Life is nothing if not predictable!

Until the next time…I’ll be eating my grapes while I read my magazines by the light of my brand new light bulb!

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