Day 331; Footnotes In Progress

Cat food. I was going for cat food.

Over two hundred dollars later, I have cat food, and dog food and people food and finally the clear plastic to cover the door to this room. I also have a bank account that took a serious hit. I will say though that the back of my car was nicely filled. What did my son say about this? That I need to start doing some heavy couponing. I will agree that I need to do something, but I doubt it is using a lot of coupons because I really don’t know that I can get enough coupons to make a difference.

My mother had asked me to look for some ice cream for dad as he was out. He wanted a container of chocolate-vanilla and thankfully, I found what he wanted. I got home, I put away all of my cold stuff and then carried the ice cream to dad.

Back home again, I finished putting things away and prepared a pot of coffee. I was going to rest a minute and then start working on decorating the house. When my phone started ringing. I began getting calls from unknown numbers. I don’t answer calls from numbers I don’t recognize. Then my son calls wanting to know if I’m home and why I wasn’t answering the phone. It was him, using coworker’s phones. I just asked him why he used other phones and he explained that they were using music from his phone playing through the radio at work. In the end, he needed me to bring him some stuff. So much for coffee.

I collected what he needed and headed out. I feared that the road I usually take would be crowded with holiday shoppers, so I took an alternate route. Taking a side road, crossed the main road and off onto a road that should have brought me up behind where he works. I obviously missed a turn. I’m talking to myself wondering where on earth I was going and where was I going to end up. I ended up taking the long way around and had to make another left- like any good NASCAR driver and then turn into the back lot to see my son crossing the lot from another part of the dealership. Delivering what he needed, we chatted a second and I was off and moving again.

Home again, again.. I saw the coffee was still kind of warm since I really wasn’t gone long. Turning the coffee pot back on I decided to go ahead and see what I could get done. I brought one box at a time inside and began emptying them carefully. My son came in as I was working and helped me carry the heaviest box inside. Before he got comfortable, I asked him to help me bring in some firewood. Once that was gathered, I returned to my decorating. After I got so far, I stopped long enough to prepare our evening meal. My son had said he was hungry and kept wandering through so I figured I’d better prepare something to keep him from gnawing on furniture or something.

Supper done, the kitchen cleaned up and the night winding down. I’m still not finished with my decorating. I still don’t have all of the lights up outside. But, slowly and surely, I’m getting it done. It would be easier without quite so many interruptions but once I do get it done in spite of the interruptions, I’ll feel that much better more proud of myself and accomplishments.

I hand painted this long before my son came along

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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3 Responses to Day 331; Footnotes In Progress

  1. I love your hand-painted creche, Rebecca. Your story of your son wandering back and forth reminded me of my sister talking about her sons. One is an accomplished cook – the other could starve to death standing in front of an open refrigerator. And her refrigerator was never lacking in food! 😊

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