Frog and Goat

I dragged myself to the grocery store after work yesterday. I like to cook, but general grocery store shopping is something I loathe. Shopping at a fancy store for a special meal is entirely different than making sure I buy a bag of onions and a refill for the window cleaner spray bottle. By the way, the generic window cleaner stuff was half the price of Windex and they sat right next to each other on the shelf. Hi, I’ll spend that $2 on something else.

I got in the check-out line and I was behind a guy in his late twenties. He is the microwave king. He had about 8 3-minute pizzas, several bags of that frozen meal in a bag stir-fry stuff, a large bag of cereal, a dozen of those little servings of ravioli, a big bottle of wine, a jug of OJ and a jug of milk. Oh, and Lunchables. He’s probably a barrel of laughs at work if he’s bringing Lunchables to the office. Yes, I was being judgmental in the check-out line. Hard to believe, I know.

The MIL is in the hospital and things aren’t looking good for her at all. My calm husband is handling things well. He’s waiting for the doctor’s rounds this morning before coming home. He told me not to go to the hospital this morning so I’m doing the only thing I know how to do in times like this…I’m cooking. He has been eating whatever crap is served at hospitals (McDonald’s is in the lower level) and so I’m making a vegetable (mostly our own from last summer), ham and bean soup. It seems weird to be making soup this early in the morning, but there you go. Nutritious, comforting food.

This afternoon my school team and I are presenting our findings to our client–our superfantastic, humongous project will be complete after our presentation. Couldn’t be a worse day but at least I already had the day off to do that and I figure I can re-read my presentation notes while stirring a soup pot and fielding emails and phone calls.