Accidental Gift, Fancy Tablecloths, and real sugar.
It’s been a few day since I posted anything on this blog and
I blame life. Oh, I wish I could think of wonderful, entertaining, and insightful
things to write about every single day, but in truth I just can’t.
Some days you are just going to get a slice of the life of
Swaney. Hairy belly, bald head, strange dry crusty skin thing I found on my leg
the other day, that I have no idea what the hell is, and everything else.
Right now it’s a little after 11pm; Coast to Coast is
playing on the radio (I love am talk radio). It’s the last hour of my wifes
birthday, and it’s been just too damn cold for Southern California the last few
days.
So, this morning I wake up and my plan is to go pick up some
flowers for her Birthday. Now that may not sound like much, but we’re just not
really that good at exchanging gifts here at Casa Swaney. We’re fortunate in
the fact that if we need something, we usually just go get it, or save a few
weeks and then go get it. I mean, we’re both grown, and independent, so, well
that’s just the way it is.
Anyway, my plan was to buy flowers, even though I always
secretly feel like they are a sucky gift because in a week they are dead, and
even if she dries them out, well they are still dead, just dry and dead.
So, anyway I tell her I’m headed to the dry cleaners to pick
up our comforters, and dry cleaning, and I hop into the Marshmallow (it’s a
2013 white Fiat 500, that we picked up last week, my 7 year old Grandson says
it looks like a Marshmallow, and the name is sticking) and head up to the
cleaners.
The proprietor greets me by name, gathers our stuff, and
tells me how thrilled she is that we came in today. She shows me all of these
clothes, quilts, etc etc… that people simply haven’t picked up. She tells me
how she has some bills due, and it’s been a very difficult month, with people
not picking up their cleaning in Dec and Jan.
I start to feel bad because out stuff has been in for quite
a while, and with 2 comforters, and several shirts, our bill is about 90
dollars.
Anyway I’m looking at these two tablecloths, and wondering
how the Mrs. would feel if I got her tablecloths instead of flowers.
Marie is hard to buy gifts for because she is just too kind.
I’ve figured out in all of our years together that I could give her a dead cat with
a bow on it for a present and she would claim she loved it and had always wanted
one just like it. It’s only later when you realize that your gift has disappeared
into the closet, which seems to have a Bermuda Triangle section in it, to never
ever been seen again, that you figure out that maybe she didn’t love it quite
as much as she said she did.
So, as these thoughts are running around in my head like
puppies chasing their own tails, I look closer at these tablecloths. The more I
look the more I like, this is some really fine fabric, tightly woven, with lots
of different colors of threads, and some glass stones, somehow sewn into the
fabric. I don’t know where they came from as I’ve never seen anything like them.
(Now I’ll admit I’ve never really paid a whole lot of attention to fabric but I
know this is really cool.)
So anyway I bring them home and she’s thrilled… I know she’s
really thrilled instead of gift thrilled, because the tablecloths are
immediately put to use, where people can see them and it’s not even suggested
that they go to the closet.
So YEA Me!
Well one other thing and then I’ll let you go.
For the 7 years, or so I’ve been trying to eat a little
healthier. I’m not getting too carried away but I can say over all we eat
healthier then we used to and when I imagine the crap we ate as kids I honestly
don’t know how I lived to this day. Now these aren’t major changes, just things
that seemed like a simple change and hopefully they add up. We don’t buy 80/20 we use 93/7 ground beef, and eat lots more
chicken. We use olive oil. I try not to eat things that I really don’t know what
they are exactly, like hot dogs, or bologna, or margarine, or coffee creamer,
or instant or decaf coffee. If I can buy something that doesn’t use high
fructose corn syrup, I usually do. We eat chips once or twice per month instead
of weekly or daily. We use real mayo instead of miracle whip. It’s just little
things and I’m as fat as ever but I still feel a little better because I’m
eating less things that I simply can’t identify and more things I can.
So, anyway a couple of years ago I started buying sugar in the
raw, 2 or 3 times a week I drink coffee with some sugar in it. The things I
like about sugar n raw was that it wasn’t bleached, it was just sugar. The thing
I didn’t like about it was that it was ground so coarsely that it didn’t dissolve
as well, and the last ¼ of a cup of coffee was just too sweet.
So anyway today while we are shopping I find some sugar that
is the same as sugar in the raw, just made by another company, but is ground
much finer.
It’s real sugar, tastes the same, is ground closer to the
same, dissolves the same, but is just un-bleached. So it’s like would you care
for some bleach in your coffee? No thank you.
Anyway I picked it up at Wal-Mart, (which I hate and hold
pretty much responsible for the race to the bottom in retail customer service,
but that’s another subject) which are pretty much everywhere, so give it a shot
the next time you shop there.
Well it’s the end of this blog and I appreciate every single
one of you who take a moment to read what I write.
If I was a stripper, and this blog were a pole, every single
time it’s read is like slipping a dollar into my g-string, except of course I
can’t use the dollars to buy drugs, and it probably won’t lead to a career in
porn, and I don’t have the protection of two or three huge mean looking guys,
to remind you not to get too handsy, and I can’t do private dances, and I am
not required to wear pasties, and their isn’t an onsite ATM machine that has a
10 dollar service charge, and I won’t be coming around to your table asking you
to buy me a drink, and you won’t have to come up with some excuse for your
husband or wife about where you’ve been and what happened to your money.
Until we meet again.
JS
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