Wowee, I got a lot accomplished yesterday. Went through the folders on my desk, weeded out paperwork, and re-organized. Did the same with this year's receipts, assembling them into proper categories, and placing in large envelopes which I then put in the large rattan boxes in the study.
Oh, that sounds simple and easy enough, a matter of mere minutes, right? Ha! It took me all morning and I still have plenty to do. In between, I cut up several pounds of broccoli and put it to simmering in the slow cooker, along with canola oil, garlic, and seasonings.
I had a yen for chicken, so went to Acme, looking for leg quarters. They had none, just breasts, so I drove up to Shop-Rite. It was a madhouse, so crowded I could barely make it to the meat department, but I got the chicken, and escaped with my life.
That was the real chicken. Stopped at K-Mart and bought--is my head on straight?--a fluffy pretend one that sings "Easter Parade," moves its head, and walks. Rather than bring the lady who's having us for dinner on Sunday, mundane daffodils or tulips--she's pretty hefty and I wanted to spare her from having to plant them or feeling guilty if she didn't--I thought this would be fun. The kids will like it, too. Hey, I like it.
Put the chicken--not the fluffy one--in the oven to roast as soon as I got home, firmed up plans with Susan and Barbara for today's van tour, and called Linda K., at Rider, to ask about the info on life insurance I received in the mail. I had forgotten, but she reminded me that, as a retiree, I'm insured for five thou. I wrote my four children about it and now, I guess, will have to watch my back.
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