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There is a big sale on beef this week that started Friday ... with the fine print that the customer MUST buy $25 worth of groceries before the meat is added in. A lot of customers didn't read the fine print so there was some blockage at the register while they expressed their disappointment, resignation and anger in addition to many customers there taking advantage of the sale prices.

In short, we got slammed with the result that we kept running low on shopping carts, so from time to time, one of us - either myself or the head cashier - would shut down our register and go out to retrieve carts from the parking lot.

Between serving the customers, assisting two of my fellow cashiers (one has an accomodation that she needs to have someone there at all times, the other is a new hire), retrieving carts and the bitter cold inside the store as well as out due to the open exit - I was in bad shape when I got home. One leg was threatening to give out on me with a deep muscle ache and I was close to tears at the smallest thing.

I gorged on left-over turkey pot-pie, crackers and cheese.

I lay down on the library couch, found that I couldn't bridge the suspension of disbelief in the latest book of a series I've been reading and turned to an old favorite (Cast in Deception the book after Cast in Flight) ... and fell asleep for a couple of hours. I did have hot tea.

It may not be good for me, jury's still out on that apparently, but when I'm feeling bad, it's hot tea I want.

I had three cups, stayed up until 10 because of laundry, and I slept until almost 7 this morning. Didn't really want to get up because ... no pain, no pressure, warm bed and cold house - but I finally did. I think I needed the sleep and the rest both.

Now I'm waiting for my son to call for a ride home from work (4am - noon, but sometimes he finishes early). It's a dark, warm, wet day and I'm glad to be inside.

Today, I will have to finish the grocery shopping at another store and maybe look in Savers for something or other - we threw out our old metal drain rack this week - both back legs broke off and rust was attacking some of the cup prongs on the sides. We handled the loss of the back legs using marble rectangular prisms but I couldn't trust the putting glasses on the outer part anymore. So I plan to see what Savers has.

At the moment we are using one that Senna used in college - it's half the size of the old white rack and doesn't have the prongs for cups on the sides. (Should I mention that Savers is in the same shopping plaza as the supermarket I plan to visit?)

Right now, I'm going to fix another mug of coffee, put my legs up and read some more of Cast in Deception.

I had made plans to see my mother briefly Saturday 12/5/2021 to pass on to her some things I had promised but had not yet sent. Because my car has been giving me a low tyre pressure reading for about a week now, and is scheduled to go in for regular maintenance on Tuesday, we were taking my husband's car. Unfortunately ... or perhaps fortunately ... just as we got onto the road that leads to the interstate - before we were committed to the interstate - his car blared an alarm that something was wrong with a tyre on HIS car, so we had to turn around and go home. He's planning to take it in Monday.

My mother goes home to Florida Thursday. I'm working 6 - 2 every day this week; I'm not sure I'll have enough spoons to make the drive to the Cape after work.

I have disappointed my child. I shared a memory of when she was in college and referred to her by the masculine that she used then because that is the memory. She feels I should retroactively edit all my memories for gender but ... I have enough trouble remembering things and memory is what makes us who we are. I don't think I can. I am willing enough to refer to her as daughter going forward but ... My past and my memories are mine and I don't want to risk who I am.

This week I read three books by Karen White - The Girl on Legarre Street (finished Friday) and The Strangers on Montague Street and Return to Tradd Street (both finished Saturday; Return was an e-book because I HAD to find out what happened next).

Mercedes Lackey has another book coming out in March 2022 and Michael discovered that Michelle Sagara wrote a book about Severn from the "Cast in" series (Chronicles of Elantra) which I have requested from the library. Severn is not one of my favorite characters; I don't dislike him - which M does - but ... he's always there, in the background, as support. He fades away, I guess.

Yesterday, I finally patched the hole in the side of my ankle moccasins - not a great job but I can wear them again imho. I found both sets of Household needles and have put them someplace where I HOPE I can find them again next time I need one of the special needles. The curved ones are very useful for book making, but it was the scary long leather needles I needed this time. I discovered that the bear pattern I thought I used to make the bears for my baby sisters kids but when I compared it to an actual (uncompleted) bear, I found I am mistaken. I can't figure out what I did with the pattern. I mean, I made photocopies of EVERY pattern I used through the years and put them all together in a large three-ring binder, but I cannot find it.

Maybe I need to look through the doll patterns again. ::: sigh :::

As can be deduced from my two recent posts, I have begun reading The Hobbit in Portuguese and am attempting to fix the language in my mind by blogging about various things. The post "Os Hobbits" is a rough translation of the front blurb of the paperback copy of the book published in 1973.

"As Runas" are notes taken from the explanation of language and runes in the beginning of O Hobbit ou Lá e de Volta Outra Vez © 1991.

For easy enjoyment (for a given value of "easy" that means it's in my native language), these past two weeks I have read two novels from Michelle Sagara's "Chronicles of Elantra" (aka the "Cast in" series): Cast in Wisdom and Cast in Conflict. (I hope to get a personal copy of the latter for Christmas but am not holding my breath).

I am beginning to re-read Cast in Honor because I find that one to be the most philosophically dense of the series to date.

I have also read The House on Trad Street by Karen White - a paranormal mystery/romance that is very enjoyable and a promising start to a series. I have put holds on the next two books of the series with the local library.

I gave up on O relógio na parede (The Clock in the Wall) by John Bellairs because I read it last year and I got bored with re-reading it.