Mondays are for rambling
The retirement freedom from the clock is still being over-ridden by 35 years of waking up early and rarin' to go to work on Monday, regardless of whatever lack of sleep was induced by the weekend. Sometimes I can yawn and go back to sleep once I remember that I'm no longer in the job corps, but mostly I accept the wakefulness and get the day underway. It's turned out that Mondays are good for getting out and doing all the tiddly run-around chores. This is how today has gone, so far:
Up at 5a. Eye the rain gauge while drinking my first glass of water. No rain overnight; actually in my area there's been no measurable rain since last Wednesday in spite of glowering clouds and the occasional mist. That mist is just enough to make a paste of the holly-pine-oak pollen coating the vehicles. Don't drive until you've thrown a bucket or two of water over the windshield.
By 830a, I've had breakfast, cleaned the kitchen and mopped the floor. DH comes out bleary-eyed and heads for the coffee maker; in another half-hour the kitchen will look as though it fed a crowd, messily.
9a. Clean the car windows enough to make driving safer. My stops are lined up to make a bow-loop: to the little town on the south: bank; lamp store to price a new wall lamp (gulp); oriental grocery for wraps; north on the return loop to the other little town. They are finally doing a real re-pave of the road; for two years we have watched 6" deep pot-holes proliferate until they fell into each other. I guess that's one way to get people to slow down.
10a. Pharmacy; it still irritates me to pay $11 for a small packet of pseudoephedrine which was 2 packets for a dollar before it became regulated. otoh, it's effective in controlling my allergies, which is better than any of the big-brand names (at ten times the cost). Go on to the haircut place and find that my beautician isn't due in until afternoon. Gas station: note that gas is 30 cents per gallon higher than 4 weeks ago and 50 cents higher than 6 weeks ago. Last week, a guy on the radio [from one of the gasoline companies] assured listeners that the gas prices would be going down long before Memorial Day; it seems that none of the local gas stations are in active agreement.
11a. Local plant nursery for more cocoa-shell mulch. HD for 0000 steel wool (working on finishing a new bookcase). Big-box store for: milk ($1+ per gallon less than grocery); free-range eggs; mushrooms, and a book which apparently fell into my cart. DH does the shopping at the real grocery store, which gives him the chance to buy all sorts of junk food.
1230n. Home to put away groceries and get some lunch.
1p. Get haircut. Beautician has been on vacation for 6 weeks, so it's nice to get my shaggy ends properly trimmed.
It's been an easy day, but somehow I feel that there isn't much to show for all time. Guess I'll go spread mulch before the afternoon thunderclouds roll by.