Monday Moanin’

I woke up Monday morning stiff and sore. My legs were killing me (probably from all the walking behind the fertilizer spreader) and so was my back (wiping out all the benefits from Saturday’s massage).

It was cold and getting colder (temps fell all day) with a light rain that was supposed to switch over to snow after 4:00 p.m. I stopped at Meijer’s to get some kitty litter before going to work.

I had planned to whine about how sore I was, but then Fred came in and said he was sore. Thinking I had a fellow yard-work victim, I asked, “You doing Fall cleanup, too?” he said, “Well, a little, But I finished a 10K run on Sunday!” Chagrined, I kept my complaining mostly to myself. Thanks, Fred!

Fred is 70 years old, BTW.

I went home at lunchtime and ate a bowl of my chicken noodle soup.

Naturally, it was just before 5:00 p.m. when the snow started. So, I had my first experience in driving home in snow on the expressway. It wasn’t too bad, but almost everyone (wisely) reduced their speed. I never got over 60 MPH.

I rolled the trashcan out the road and came in for the night. I had a cup of coffee to warm up while I watched the news. Then I went out to the garage and applied the shellac I had bought to the pages of the books. This was my first time in a long time to use shellac and was surprised at how watery it was! I put on several light coats (the paper pages just sucked it up) and then decided it was done.

When I got back inside, I had a voicemail from my daughter, Melissa, so I called her back. She wanted to complain about the snow and cold. Apparently, she wasn’t ready. I commiserated with her and then we hung up.

Speaking of the snow, I checked and it was not enough to cover the grass, but the shed roof and the bench out back were all white. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and it’s not even Thanksgiving!

I warmed up more onion sausage and cabbage with bacon for my dinner. I watched the taped, newest Anthony Bourdain travel/food show on CNN. It had aired on Sunday and was about Detroit. Interesting and certainly provocative.

The coffee kept me up, and it was after 11:00 p.m. before I could fall asleep.