Today was a nice day-Bill came down and saw the new horny toads and rode with me to take the dogs to the kennel. No one in the family has ever witnessed what it takes to leash up and transport 4 dogs and they were all reasonably well behaved. We had a nice talk about this and that.
Mom fixed leftovers for lunch because we had to eat up all the leftovers she didn't want to freeze before we went on our trip. In contrast, I will just clean out the fridge when I get back-actually, more likely when I get back from TJ.
I took Uncle John to have his eyes examined, and got mine done as well. Then we bought glasses, two pairs a piece. While we waited (he wanted to go to a national chain, preferably Pearle) we went to the Food Court and road the famous glass elevator-firt one in Oklahoma City I think. We ate a gyro.
He was nervous, even saying he might have a panic attack in the food court, but I wanted to push him a bit. Afterward we went and I had him climb in the photo booth and we figured out how to work it and had a photo sketch made. It was hard for him at first, but then he got into it and was very proud.
We picked up our glasses and he suggested ice cream. I was glad because I was afraid I'd pushed him too hard-and if he wanted to stay out longer that is a good sign. However, enough newness was enough, we both got Rocky Road.
After taking Uncle back to his place, I stopped and bought some mealworms and crickets for the horny toads since the ants didn't arrive. Then it was off to the store for our trip tomorrow-I am in charge of my own breakfast and dinners. I think I did good, got soups for a light day, salmon for one day and chicken breast for another-gotta love those new aluminum packs.
I think Mom is expecting TV dinners-she's been a bit crabby about not knowing what I was going to do, but I promised her she wouldn't starve. She finally surrendered to the process-if she isn't going to cook (and she shouldn't have to) she doesn't get to dictate what we are having. I was deliberately vague about what I was doing because dang it, I AM IN CHARGE OF DINNER!!!!!! Well, that and I thought it would freak her out if she knew it was the eve of the trip and I had no idea what I was going to go buy.
I gassed up the truck and reflectd on my somewhat domestic day. I even remembered to take the trash out to the curb-just like a regular domestic diva. As I served my biggest python her second rat on a platter, I decided I was the June Cleaver of 49th street today. Well, maybe not.
The sink is still full of recycling and dirty dishes and we will be driving out tomorrow in a dirty truck (or SUV as Daddy calls it). But all the really important stuff got handled. Well, maybe not. But, maybe enough.