Strange sort of a day today. Scanned some of Carlton’s stuff into the computer. Sort of his personal balance sheets and ledgers – going back to 1983. Don’t know what happened to his pre-1983 stuff. I discovered he recorded every cent that he ever “gave” to me as a “gift”. I didn’t consider his minimal contributions to my household operating account a “gift”. But, he did. Fortunately, I could afford to support him.
Walked down to the farm market. I got there too early and too late. Too early in the season and too late in the morning for a nice selection. So, I headed off to Whole Foods, I was going to get some chicken legs for the crockpot. Well, Whole Foods was stuffed with people. It could have been Thanksgiving Eve. Not waiting in those lines. Headed back home. Looked into Trader Joe. No huge line. Got chicken legs. They went into the crockpot with cinnamon and suspiciously old apples. Had chicken legs with sweet potato for dinner. I had an entire day of real food. Nothing frozen or takeout. Good for me.
I have about accepted moving to the asylum. More about that tomorrow – after I think about it for another day. I was always in charge of thinking about options. Carlton was “the decider” but I laid out the options. So, I’ll lay out my options. Then, I’ll be “the decider”. Or I’ll flip a coin.
Another one from yesterday.
