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Happy things are not always food. But sometimes they are.
I have decent-looking fruit in the fridge, including but not limited to the plums and grapes my mom brought over (but, being fresh-picked locally, they're the top of the list, definitely *g*). I have radishes. I have cheese. I have frozen dinners (yes, I know, but I like them).
And I have a lot of vanilla Coke, since it was 99 cents for a 2-liter bottle....
Speaking of food, I didn't say - after my last trip, I had another one of those Scott Knows Me moments. He was picking me up at the airport, and I was grumpy and disoriented and tired and, well, me after a long plane flight. I snapped at him a couple times. Got out to the car, slouched into my seat (after putting luggage in the trunk), and muttered an apology. "I'm just really tired. And I want a cold vanilla Coke."
He pointed at the space next to me on the seat. I looked. One can of vanilla Coke (not icy, but as cold as it could be given how long it had to sit in the car), and a Subway sandwich - Italian (one of my treat faves, and I'm almost always hungry after a flight, though this time life conspired that I wasn't).
And a root beer from Subway that he got in large in case I'd wanted something non-caffeinated.
Being a known quantity can be nice.
At any rate, there are other good things today than food. I was just eating some of it, so my mind tended that way. I have neat people to hang out with; no after-hours calls since the one that made me get out of bed instead of lazing about. I've got the cloths I wanted to get for cleaning, and some more hardwood floor stuff. My deck is looking like it's doing nicely with all the work my parents put in on it, and I even have new socks. (Yesterday's pair offended me by turning out to have holes in the heels, as well as the toes. I'm used to holes in the toes; I don't cut my toenails as often as I ought. But the heels? Been keeping them too long, then. Geesh.)
I have things to read, things to write, things to do, and none of them have to be done - at least not right this moment. I'm debating changing my lj style, just because it amuses me.
But I think I want more vanilla Coke first.
And I have a lot of vanilla Coke, since it was 99 cents for a 2-liter bottle....
Speaking of food, I didn't say - after my last trip, I had another one of those Scott Knows Me moments. He was picking me up at the airport, and I was grumpy and disoriented and tired and, well, me after a long plane flight. I snapped at him a couple times. Got out to the car, slouched into my seat (after putting luggage in the trunk), and muttered an apology. "I'm just really tired. And I want a cold vanilla Coke."
He pointed at the space next to me on the seat. I looked. One can of vanilla Coke (not icy, but as cold as it could be given how long it had to sit in the car), and a Subway sandwich - Italian (one of my treat faves, and I'm almost always hungry after a flight, though this time life conspired that I wasn't).
And a root beer from Subway that he got in large in case I'd wanted something non-caffeinated.
Being a known quantity can be nice.
At any rate, there are other good things today than food. I was just eating some of it, so my mind tended that way. I have neat people to hang out with; no after-hours calls since the one that made me get out of bed instead of lazing about. I've got the cloths I wanted to get for cleaning, and some more hardwood floor stuff. My deck is looking like it's doing nicely with all the work my parents put in on it, and I even have new socks. (Yesterday's pair offended me by turning out to have holes in the heels, as well as the toes. I'm used to holes in the toes; I don't cut my toenails as often as I ought. But the heels? Been keeping them too long, then. Geesh.)
I have things to read, things to write, things to do, and none of them have to be done - at least not right this moment. I'm debating changing my lj style, just because it amuses me.
But I think I want more vanilla Coke first.