Saturday is grocery and errands day. The wreath we got yesterday. I hope for a nuthatch to be by, looking for pine nuts.
This house last had pumpkins on display. Now it's Christmas greens and candy canes. The trip to the store entailed an interesting conversation:
Laura: What would you like for a vegetable this week?
Me: How about chard, for a change.
Laura: What's that?
Me: Steam it like spinach, big plop of butter, heaven.
Laura: I'll see.
Me: Would you ever consider a pot roast? You probably could get a pound or so roast.
Laura: Then what?
Me: Brown it, put it in the pot, carrots, potatoes, onion.
Laura: Brown it?
Me: I'll show you.
Laura: Would the slow cooker work?
There it is, right beside the coffee. I don't use Maxwell House; My fingers cannot pry the lid off the can. It must have been on sale. Not a problem; I'll dump it into the Folger's can. Their engineers made a lid I can use.
New shoes. I think I should give in and buy "short" jeans. It's difficult to stop being 5'6".
Today feels happy. The news isn't the worst I've ever read. I feel like knitting on the year old sweater and watching Harry Potter with Laura. I wish a good and happy weekend to everyone else, too.