It’s only 27. I sucked it up and went to the store and it only took two hours. It takes a while when you’re examining labels for contents. My refrigerator now runneth over with vegetables. I couldn’t get the grapes in it was so full. Everything I bought was as lean and healthy as I could find. I did get us one treat.. and even it is healthy. Smoked salmon, low fat cream cheese, and triscuits. Richard likes triscuits so I bought him some of the reduced fat version. I think he’s finding out that not all low fat-nofat food is as bad as he thought. I was pleasantly surprised. I’m counting the death march at the store as my exercise today.
My favorite cashier at the store told me something today that was sad. He’s in his 70’s. A sweet little old crochety guy. His wife died in December. He said he was trying to get over it.. and choked up. I told him that I don’t think you ever do. It gets a little easier with time. Bless his heart, he told me he’d been trying to find things to do and that he’d been listening to music. I suggested audiobooks from the library. I remember how hard it is to be in a silent house all by yourself after someone dies. I also remember missing the contact of another person so when I left I made sure and touched his arm and told him I’d be thinking about him and I’d keep an eye out for him at the store.
What struck me as being so sad was his reaction. He acted as though he were surprised anyone would care and thanked me.
I feel the need to bake something for him… maybe some cookies… I don’t know.
I remember how lonely I felt after my Mother died. I can’t imagine being married to someone for 53 years and losing them.