The grocery store

No one will argue that the concept of the average grocery store has changed in their lifetime. I grew up across the street from Shaunessy's Grocery Store 58 years ago. It
is now the location for a bigger chain grocery. Being so close to the store allowed me
to run across the street and roam the isles. Back in the day of Shaunessy's there were fewer isles and less to choose from. Cheerios were in one size box. Sliced white bread
was just being sold in the plastic bag and there was just one or two varieties, milk was sold in cartons, you could buy whole or buttermilk, whipping cream and half and half.

Kaye's is where Shaunessy's used to be. I went there today to buy the makings for some vegetable soup. I guess I just was not in the mood to search through all the stuff that was hiding what I went in for. Why is it necessary to have 10 brands of whole tomatoes? And each brand have 10 varieties of whole tomato flavors? It just seems so wasteful.

A shopper with a child was pushing along with me. I can't help but notice what other people are buying, especially when they are extremely overweight. Everything that I try to avoid buying was in her basket. Her little child fit the description of what a child facing type 2 diabetes might look like. Is it lack of information? self control?
ignorance? or is it the overloaded shelves of anything anyone could possibly want that
encourage this epidemic of bad eating habits.

I wish Shaunessy's was still there. I want the small store with the fewer brands, the local produce and dairy products, the one that has nutrition in our interest instead of
the mega store that pushes calories. Simpler could possibly be better, or in our best interest, when it comes to grocers. But if the grocery's have changed this much in my lifetime, I can imagine it is not going to regress, it is just going to get larger, and worse for that little girl who does not know that an apple would be better to eat than that twinkie, and cupcake, and moonpie, and ... more on this later.

The last rodeo

The wedding weekend is over. Faith and Chris have been celebrated, partied, and toasted.
The weekend is in the Carr History books, Jody has declared the rodeo is over - he has taken away the checkbook and the credit card. All that remains is in our memories. Oh and they are good memories.

It was wonderful to return home, to vacuum the floor and mop, to pick up everything I left undone for weeks. All the old party lists and memos to myself are in the garbage.
I have nothing to remember to do. Going for the first time to walk this afternoon, was
almost a spiritual experience. Everything around me was happy - even the trees were smiling at me. It felt like a Walt Disney Movie and all of nature was singing.

Life is good now, it will change, as it does, but for now it is good. Faith and Chris
are married and have started their own life as one. We are once more very blessed.
Thank you God.

This is me

In more ways than one. Yes, this is me. I am sick, with a really sore throat, my
eyes hurt, and I have lost the sparkle in my step. This is how I feel, pretty awful.
There is no fluff no sashay or swish in my step, its just one foot in front of the other. I have to get better and fast. I have a party next week, a menu of plans, which requires being on top of my game because something is going to happen, it always does and I need to be ready. What to wear! Another problem.
Anyone with extra feathers, please send them my way, I need them - soon!