Bobbing Along?

My life has very little drama on any day. I sort of look forward to the foibles of my Dunkin Donuts stops. Gives me something to chuckle about.

Yesterday I picked up my Great One, xtra xtra xtra cream only. (Figure the loads of dairy is good for my kidney stone problem, doctor said I should take in calcium from natural sources.) The cover on the cup was not put on tightly, and had a small tear on the edge, something I didn't notice until I took my first sip and it seriously dribbled down my clean shirt and onto my clean pants. Nuts. Luckily I had some napkins to wrap around it so I could happily sip on it for the remainder of my ride to work, without wearing a large portion of it. Later that day I headed to Newport, and stopped in the afternoon to get another, same, only decaf. Which I dropped just outside the door when I bumped my elbow. Splash - Great One, xtra xtra xtra cream only, up my pants. Not too embarrassed to go back in to get a replacement.

I noticed yesterday that a Great One in Voluntown costs $1.49. A Great One in Groton costs $1.32 and in Exeter RI it costs $1.27. Since my life is simply bobbing along, as my wise daughter might say, I don't have a lot to think about so this has gained my attention. There is an unexplained 20 cent difference for the same product. What is that about?

This morning I stopped at the ordering thing and per usual told the voice in the ordering thing that I would like a Great One, xtra xtra xtra cream only, please. "Any sugar?" That always cracks me up, but I say, "No thank you, cream only". "Okay, drive around". Which also cracks me up because there are three cars in front of me. I'm not driving around anywhere yet. When I got to the window, there was a young man whom I hadn't seen before, with lots of interesting tattoos up to his elbows. I handed him the $5, and he handed me back $3.04, with a small coffee.

"um, I need a Great One, xtra xtra xtra cream only?" "oh". Then he proceeded to focus intently on the cash register. Ruh Roh. I gave him a dollar and said, "don't worry - just put this in and when the register doesn't come out right, at least it will be over rather than under." It took a while for me to get my coffee, but it was good, and it didn't leak all over me, so that is something. Lets see, this morning it cost me $3.94 for my coffee. I know he has no clue how to fix that transaction, but it was cute. My favorite is when we tell the order thing what we want, they tell us to drive around, then get to the window and the person says, "what is that order?". My thought - "What is the order thing for?" The only time I've gotten angry is one time Paul and I were out for a whimsical drive, and we always stop for coffees for the ride. He ended up with cream and sugar in his, which he doesn't like, and I ended up with milk in mine, which is disgusting to me. We didn't know until we drove away. It messed with one of our favorite routines and made me grouchy.

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Paul told me this morning that he brags about me. He told someone yesterday that "I have the best wife". He had asked me what I want for mother's day, and I had told him that I want a clean up day at Ledyard with X & Mel, Sean and him. I love those days when we all work together and have fun and make a difference in the condition of the landscaping. Then we head to Valentino's and have a nice dinner, all scratched, tired and filthy, comparing boo boos. Then the girls head home, Paul and I head home to the hot tub, and Sean is happy cause he's earned a little money. Thats what I want. And Paul had a golfing outing on Sunday at a very exclusive and strenuous course. Its the second time he'd been there, and he's frustrated with his level of play. After telling me about the day and how hard it was and how disappointed he was with his game, I asked him if maybe he might need new clubs. So this is what it sounded like when he talked to his friend -

"I have the best wife. I asked her what she wanted for mother's day, and she said she wanted to go work at the rental property. And when I came home from a bad day at golfing she asked me if I needed new clubs."

When he related that to me, I started laughing - boy, that DOES make me seem like quiete a catch!

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Nothing to say about work - I focus on maintaining seriously low expectations for behavior from the people I work with, not going anywhere near the bus that they tend to throw people under, and I get by okay. No results from the 'doctor' yet. I may have to look for other 'doctors'. I am concerned for my friend who recently suffered a loss that will be hard for her on many levels. I am excited about an impending visit from a dear old friend, and reassured since she informed me that meds are levelling off. I miss "V's" thoughts. My children seem to be in a bobbing along span, as well, and I like that. Last night my pups were laying as close to me as they could get while I watched TV, and one of them, I think Rocko, who was laying on my chest/abdomen so that his head faced my feet, had gas...it was awful! It could have been Nikko, who was laying almost on top of my head on the cushion behind me. Otherwise, it would've had to be Sean who was upstairs, and if that was the case, he needs to see a doctor. It smelled like cabbage soup that had been left in the sun for a year and a half. Sean told me a past girlfriend told him she stabbed her ex-boyfriend, he was a little freaked. I watched a bat, who was out later than bats usually are, walking along the siding of the garage. Was creepy. And a couple of guerrilla hummingbirds ambushed me from behind and gave me a heart attack. I'm okay though.

As the countryside is exploding with blooms, I'm reassured that I'm not in control of the big things, they seem to happen regardless of what I think or do, year after year after year... Geese with their translucent little goslings between them, lots of little calves skipping along with the rest of the herd, little blue shards of eggshells in the grass, the bunny rabbit who sits just on the other side of the electric fence where my poor dog can only look and bark, I think I hear a little bunny "nya nya". He best watch out for the cat, though. I'm on page 625 in Atlas Shrugged, half way through, and loving the journey.


Peace