Zoë and I went in to Ruidoso today, together as we had several common places to go. One of the first stops was at a grocery store that I forgot I'd stopped at briefly on New Year's Eve, and they had my lost post office key. Yeah! Unfortunately, someone removed the cute frog that was attached to the chain. Stupid. To make it worse, the lady at the service desk remembers that it was still attached a few days ago, so someone who works there stole my frog. I ask her to pass along that I appreciated getting my key back but definitely DID NOT appreciate someone stealing my frog. grumble grumble. Oh, well.
A stop at the post office where I had to wait while one clerk single-handedly tried to locate a package a woman was picking up. While I waited eight other people came in to join the queue. Why is it the post office cannot add another clerk when the line backs up like that? I don't get it. I waited for something over ten minutes while the package was located.
Next I stopped to pay a bill. I'd received a bill in the mail, but when I sat down to write checks, I couldn't find it. No problem. Since I was going into town, it would save me a stamp anyway. Well, since it is Saturday, the little office is closed, and the cashier couldn't find it in the computer. They still have my "rewards" card under my previous name, and she could find that, but she couldn't find what I owed them. Personally I hoping for nothing, but I'm not holding my breath on that! Anyway, I gave up on that and will call them on Monday.
We made several other stops, including having lunch at a steak house that has a good salad bar. Oh, Yum! However, I think eating as much salad as I did cancels the benefits!
Our final stop was at Walmart. When I got home I discovered that I was missing four bottles of wine. The last things to be rung up, they simply didn't make it into my basket. Dang. I called the store, and after and incredible conversation with some ditz, I spoke with a manager who said simply, "Come back in and pick them up, no problem." I'll go tomorrow. It's almost 50 miles round trip for me, so I chose to not go back this evening.
Let me tell you about the conversation with the ditz ....
I'll give you only the highlights here, as it was nearly ten minutes of utter stupidity. I said the bottles didn't get into the basket, although they are on my bill. She said there were four bottles there at the desk, and asked what I'd bought. I explained three bottles of Tularosa Vineyards, two of them were Gewürztraminer and one of Merlot, and a bottle of Gabbiano Chianti. She said three bottles were dark and one was, uh, well, a different color; was that mine? I said I don't remember what they look like, but what I purchased was three bottles of Tularosa Vineyards and one of Gabbiano. She ummed and errred some more and asked me to describe the labels. What??? Freaking what??? I calmed myself and said, I don't remember what the labels look like, but three should have the words "Tularosa Vineyards" and one would say "Gabbiano." Another set of mumbling and hesitating noises and she asked me if one of them had a green band around the neck! I'm not kidding you!! OK, I was losing my patience. I said, in a voice that I'm sure was stiff and clipped, because it came from between my clinched teeth, "Please read the labels, Tularosa and Gabbriano." There was a looooong silence. And she said, "I think I'll have you talk to a manager." Pregnant idea, dimwit!!
The manager was great. She said simply come back in and just to be sure it was without further problem, ask for her or one of her peers (gave me both names) tomorrow. Sheesh.
I've discovered a new pleasure lately. I don't do well staying in bed for a long time. For so many years, I've struggled with fibromyalgia, and for those of you who don't know, it is hard to stay in one place a long time. Aching muscles and tendons cause me to have to move around frequently. So it was hard to lie in bed for long periods outside sleeping hours. I can go to bed and read or watch TV or 30 minutes or so. I can wake up and stretch for a while in the morning, but I can't stay there with any degree of comfort. So for many years, I've avoided going to bed to read for long periods or lolling in bed in the morning either.
I think it became simply habit. I was self-trained to not go to bed till I was mostly ready to sleep and when I woke, I stretched and loved the pups for a bit and got up. Well .... the last couple weeks, I've found myself thoroughly enjoying reading in bed. Yeah! For a couple hours at a time! I don't know why, I just know that I am able, finally, to wake in the morning, get a cup of coffee, and read for extended periods of time. Or I can go to bed at night and read until I fall asleep, even if I'm not super tired when I crawl in.
I know, I know. This sounds odd. I'm sure some of you won't understand it. But trust me, for me it is a big deal. Learning that I'm comfortable in my bed to read or to lounge while I watch TV for as long as I wish is like a wonderful revelation! I believe I quit thinking about it because for almost 30 years, trying to stay in bed for very long was excruciating and I never "reconsidered" my options. For the first time in many years, more years that I can count, I love being in my bedroom, in my bed, reading forEVAH!!! Mmmmmmm. I actually love my bedroom now. Life is very good! :) In fact ....
.... Life is beautiful!!!!