So, three more days have passed and I wish that I could remember what I ate, but I cannot recall most of it. It was a retreat center, so the fare was plain and simple. Maybe those two words mean the same thing, but retreat center food is almost always delicious even though it is not fancy by any definition.
The breakfasts were bread that you
could toast, yogurt, juice and coffee or tea. The other meals were
mostly some kind of casserole, starchy, thick gravy and bread. We did
have really fabulous broccoli one night, and brothy soup was also
available. I went to a Target store, one of those big ones with a
grocery store in it and got green peppers, strawberries, grapes and
apples. So, a pretty good food weekend.
Today I stopped at a diner for lunch and had a nice burger and fries, catsup
and a soft drink. Dinner when I arrived home was a couple of those
frozen burritos and a lecture on how I spend too much money on food and
gas for the van. So much for trying to eat better and more healthy
food, and the van will stop working soon enough, so that problem will be
The van is, to the best of my understanding, not going
to be fixed, but I will keep driving it as long as I can. When the rest
of the rusted brake lines wear through, I will have it towed home and
will have to walk the three miles to the bus stop to go to work. I had
this insane thought that maybe the sight of me walking with my cane (or
the occasional two canes) might find me offered a ride once in a while
during that walk. It will not be so bad now, but late fall and winter
are going to be a bitch.
Anyway, I am not going to worry about
that right now. I cancelled the two trips that I had planned, and that
money, nearly eight hundred dollars might buy me some rides to the bus
stop, and, at least I will not be spending any money on gas, so that is a
I really wish that I could have gotten out of this
weekend's drive for that workshop. It would have saved me the hundred
or so dollars for the car rental, but I said that I would be there and I
keep my word. Not that that really seems to count for anything
anymore, but it is more and more just about all that I have. SWINM was
furious when I got home tonight and went out and trimmed three branches
that fell on the rental car, for which I am responsible and whilst it
looked like the leafy parts protected the car roof, hood and doors, I
moved it out of the way as best I could. Something else happened, but I
cannot talk about that yet, or maybe never, but it sure did make coming
home not so much fun.
Next weekend is the grandbabies' baptism
and all I want is for that damn van to work long enough for me to get
the fifty or so miles there and then back home again. Then, I do not
care about it, or, frankly, much of anything.
I am thrilled that
this hundred days is over and I can finally stop writing and thinking
about it. I tried so hard to get healthier, become more organized and
get rid of all of my crap. I needed to be less encumbered by stuff and
to be a better person. Well, I did as much and as well as I could. It
has to be enough. One more day of this and I am going to spend the time
until tonight thinking about some of the larger aspects of what I hoped
to accomplish and how much progress I made and all that stuff.