Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Saturday, June 13, 2015
The non-fat latte day...
Surprise! I got up early enough to get to my favorite meeting, and procure for myself a non fat latte, too. I did a medium this morning, not my usual larger than large. Trying to be circumspect in my old age. Great time with my gang, then home to get grunged up with hopes of doing something, like vacuuming or weed whacking, neither of which happened. Oh, I did stop at Target on the way home, for an avacado, spinach wraps, a sweet new pitcher, some raspberries, a pack of 9V batteries (smoke detector somewhere in the little yellow house is chirping at me) and the can of Resolve I went in there for. Then the doctor called, verified dreadful infection, and off I went again to Costco for pills, where I had to wait 20 minutes, so I spent another $71. Can't remember much about what I bought. Whipped cream, for sure, and a sweet pair of gray leggings, pair of bluejean capris, etc. Really necessary things, of course. Now waiting to digest yogurt I ate before I remembered I cannot take this antibiotic with milk products. Oh, and it may make me drowsy, as well as sunburned. Yay.