I glimpsed my future and that shit ain't gonna happen here!

Remember a while back when I was flirting with the idea of dating because I thought it might be nice to have a gentleman friend to hang out with?  Plead the blood of Jesus over that thought!  I saw myself at the grocery store yesterday and Lou Mercer is not ready for that!  We are in week number something or other ( I have actually lost track of time) of this social distancing and not getting closer than 6 feet to any other human.  I am a rather gregarious soul and do enjoy people so this has been very trying for me and probably a lot of other people.  But, back to the subject.

I went to Lagrees yesterday to pick up a couple items that I needed.  I always start on the produce aisle.  I picked up a bag of lettuce, a tomato, and 3 bananas.  Next stop was the mark down shelf.  There was already a gentleman there, so I waited.  He picked up each bag and ran his fingers over the plastic covering of each item in every bag.  He deemed three of them as good enough to go home with him and I watched as he took them over and put them in a grocery cart that was attended by a lovely lady that I figured must be his wife.  I saw he already had several of the bags in the cart.  A cursory look at the rack told me he had taken anything that was worth paying for.

I caught sight of him several more times in my journey through the store.  The lady never let go of the cart and when he would venture off to check something out, she remained with the cart.  Very soon I formed a vision in my mind of what life with this guy would be like.  I would be in charge of the cart and he, as the bread winner, would be in charge of what went in the cart, and also what I would eat.  I pictured the home with him collecting the mail and sorting through it and letting me look at the advertisements that arrived.  He would pay the bills while I stood quietly by.  I wondered if the woman had any wants or desires of her own.  I know I have plenty!

The jest here is that he was the man of the house.  He decided what they would eat.  My job would be lord only knows what.  I made up my mind from that 15  minute peek into some one else's life that no way in hell do I need a man.  Been there, done that, and like it like it is. I want to push my own cart and put in it what I want to eat.  I really do not mind picking up a bag on the discount shelf and finding day old produce in it.  I usually always buy my bananas when they are ready to turn because they make better banana bread.  When I buy eating bananas they are usually pretty green.

I did not see them leave the store, but I am betting money, he was driving.  Now, I am pretty sure that  they have a tidy house, they eat good and no doubt watch the same shows every week night that they watched for the last 40 years.  Maybe I am just getting old and set in my ways, but I would like to steer the boat, so to speak, every once in a while.

Granted it would be nice to have a man around to talk to and share my day with, but I have baggage and I am pretty sure any man I find in this day and age is going to have his own baggage and I just am not ready for that.  I sometimes eat breakfast for supper and sometimes my noon day meal is something I just ran through the blender.  Or more often than not, a nap instead of eating.

I am a packrat, by nature.  I buy my own car when I need one.  I love my company and I am pretty sure it is going to stay that way.  The square dancing lessons are over.  Fishing out the back of the boat is over.  Classic Country music still plays on my stereo and always will.  Last man friend I had gave me a jazz cd.  Wonder where that went?

So, stay home.  Stay safe.  And stay single!  That will be my mantra!

Sister Mary, the boy and girl, and Robin who I have known for years.

This is a happy little family outing.  Since it has been freezing cold since my sister Mary got here and snow is refusing to melt, we are becoming home bound.  So I saw on the weather that today was going to get up over the freezing mark and decided we should make a break!   I had to go give blood for my annual physical that I have every year and a half or so.  That meant I could not eat or drink till that chore was out of the way.

I thought it might be fun to meet the kids at Souper! Salad.  Bret is very fond of the Chicken Enchilada soup in there.  He actually will eat a little salad and thereby confuse his digestive system into thinking it got something healthy.  Amanda actually will eat a little salad and a vegetable on occasion without being threatened.

 So there are the three of them.  Mary ate two bowls of soup and a small salad, but what she is working on here is a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles and oreo cookies.   Amanda had to take off her jacket so she would not flip food on it.  We do know how to enjoy our food.

Now here is the surprise.  See this lovely lady?  No, not me!  The one on my left, your right.  That is Robin.  Now I know this means little to you, but she has worked here for many years.  That is not all.  I knew this young lady when she was 15 years old and attending Central High School here in Pueblo.  At that time she and my daughter, Dona, were friends.  As I recall, they were both kind of ornery, but not as ornery as some.  They did like to go to concerts.  Robin was dating a boy who actually had a car.  I think they later married, but I could not say for sure.  I do know she has some kids and a couple are still at home.

Every time I go to the Souper! Salad and run into Robin I vow I will get her phone number and I think I did once, but Lord only knows where that went.  I am going to get organized soon, very soon.  Right now, I am going to call Dona and see if she remembers Robin, but as I set here and think about this, I think I have already done that.  I think I do that every time I see Robin.  Got to be careful here or my kids will think I am getting senile.

So if you have never been to Souper! Salad  you should venture in to one.  I am pretty sure they are a national chain.  The salad bar is always crisp and cold with any addition you want.  The  four kinds of soup are hot and tasty.  Baked white and sweet potatoes.  An assortment of fresh baked breads.  Spaghetti, chili and pizza.  Lots of fruit, strawberry short cake.  Oh, I am getting fat thinking about it.

So, now it is night, and sister Mary is off to bed.  Bret and Amanda went some where for some reason.  My house is very quiet.  Scratch that!  They are home again and having a little discussion.  My little eyes are getting very heavy.  I need to go delete a bunch of stuff on the other side of this computer.  Think the last time I looked I had over 3000 emails in the old mail. 

So if you are in this fair city stop out at the Souper! Salad and see Robin.  Tell her Lou sent you and then give her a wink.  That should drive her nuts!   She is a very nice lady and she works very hard for her money, so be nice to her.  Thanks.