Oy. So, right now there's a big rainstorm moving in. As in, I can look out my window and see a curtain of gray rain a mile west and headed my way.
An hour ago, I was sitting at my table to have breakfast, reading some posts and anticipating a calm and quiet Saturday, a welcome break after my busy but productive week. Alas, not to be.
I'm out of milk. There was maybe a quarter cup in the bottom of the carton. No English muffins, Bread almost gone. The last of the romaine was wilting into green goo. A half serving of breakfast cereal left. Bad Michelle! No biscuit!
So, knowing that a rainstorm would be here within the hour, I have to go grocery shopping. Oh, and I have electrolysis on Monday so I'm growing a fresh crop of facial hair. Joy...
I trowel on the concealer, stage makeup that covers growing hair pretty well. Eyes, foundation, blush, bronzer to tweak the nose, chin, and cheeks to read better. Lipstick. Put on a turtleneck to hide that lump on my trachea. Public wig in place. Check! I think I set a speed record.
Grab my purse and a cloth grocery bag. Down the stairs, across the park, a block and a half to Trader Joes. Bread. Muffins. Cereal. Milk. Romaine lettuce. Check. Off to the 15 item or less lane.
THUD! Someone in front of me has a whole damn grocery cart full. Obviously numerically challenged. Outside, it's getting darker. The wind has come up. The clerk is too polite to toss the innumerate customer. Ah! The other lane is now open! I get the purchase done, and I'm out the door.
Scarf on, wind picking up, I dash home. Not very feminine of me, blowing off walking heel and toe merely to get out of the wind and rain, but there's nobody out on the street to misread me.
I got inside just as the raindrops start to fall.
And that was today's grocery shopping.
It would be nice to have electrolysis and FFS done, so I really could just dash out for a few things without the social risks. Meanwhile, I have to plan a bit better.
