“Remoted” – Day 468 (Sunday)

After a brief hiatus during the week when temperatures dipped a bit, the summer was back with a seriousness for the weekend. On Saturday morning, the windows were open, the curtains billowed in the warm/hot breezes, the dogs were panting. Windows were closed and the A/C was turned back on. It might be okay for me to sweat puddles, but I am not going to make the dogs suffer with heat. They have enough issues going on.

There was belly dance class this morning which included a pleasant Sunday drive along the curves of Route 113, past barns and cows and stone walls to arrive at my musical destination. It’s a pretty ride, much more interesting than the boring stretches of 495 and Rte 2.

The Dynamic duo of
Winnie and Moosie!

After class there was a stop at Family Dollar for a can of dog food for Moose’s medicine, to avoid going to a larger store. While on the approach to the farm stand along the route home there was a sudden desire for a tomato, but there were a lot of cars in the lot and the decision was made to override the desire and drive on by.

Though initially dismissed, the tomato urge did not go away, and several miles later, there was a new decision to visit to the new Market Basket. Finally. This MB is huge and includes a coffee shop, a fancy looking "butcher shop" counter and a grill counter with a wide range of ready to eat food.

The mission expanded beyond a tomato to include a roasted chicken for Moose's fancy new food regimen, dishwasher detergent, and a tomato and cheddar cheese for a sandwich for me. I boldly stepped into the Disneyland of super markets without a list, and emerged later with the chicken, the sandwich fillings, and eight other items that did not include dishwasher detergent, only realized upon unpacking all the groceries at home. Oops. And yes, this was a grocery store visit just three days after receiving a Whole Foods grocery delivery that also did not include dishwasher detergent. It's only money, right? 

A crazy amount of time was spent first assembling the night's dog supper from already cooked and diced chicken and potato and combining it with nuked peas and carrots, and then dicing the newly acquired fresh roasted chicken and the last remaining baked potato and packaging individual containers with Moose’s meals. It was exhausting. After cleaning up the mess from that little project, there was zero desire to make my own supper, so a few slices of cheddar some Triscuits were unceremoniously dumped on a plate and it was declared done.