|This Was Saturday.
||[Feb. 25th, 2019|12:03 am]
The patch of sky I can see from my small, walled-in back yard is mottled with pale gray from the clouds that reflect the lights of the town. I have no idea where the moon is. I could look it up on the Internet but that's not the same as looking up in the sky and being surprised by it. It's quiet out, for Chico, with only the sound of a few cars going by on the freeway or the nearby streets now and then. There's bound to be a train going by soon enough, though. |
There have been sprinkles off and on all day, but not enough to make any real mud in the dirt part of the back yard. The small cement pad outside the door is wet, and would probably be shiny if it didn't have a layer of dirt and small leaves on it. The former owners of the apartments took the public brooms from the laundry room when they left, and the new landlords haven't replaced them yet. I suppose I could buy an outdoor broom for myself, but there'd be nowhere for me to store it.
The sprinkles were far enough apart this afternoon that I was able to go to Grocery Outlet and buy a box of breakfast donuts to last through next Friday. I checked K-mart first to see if their winter clearance selection is still big enough that I could afford to wait for the prices to drop a bit more. I'd gotten an email from them touting the hoodies I like and hoped that meant they'd have gotten them in stock again at this store, but there were none. If I want one I'd probably have to order it online, but I've had bad luck with online ordering from K-mart. Half the stuff they delivered was not the size I'd ordered, and two items I ordered they had just quit carrying and never sent, so it just seems more trouble than it's worth. It's no wonder that the company is in bankruptcy again.
There's no telling whether tomorrow will be as rainy as predicted, but it's very likely that Monday will be. I've been unable to arrange transportation to go see the tom cat who might actually be Portia, and it's unlikely I'll be able to do so during the stormy days. The cat matchers online sent me a couple of photos of other cats who might be mine today, but I don't see a good match among them.
I have to do some dishes (made a fairly decent stew tonight, and there's one more serving for another night) and then I guess I'll read myself to sleep. It was easier falling asleep in front of the television, since the television didn't fall off the bed and bang loudly on the hard floor the way the books often do.
Oh, there goes the midnight train. I'm late again.