|On This Very Day
||[Mar. 14th, 2019|11:20 pm]
So I got the banking done, and then bought some foods a Save Mart, which included the fixings for what my mom always called a New England boiled dinner, though it has no shellfish in it, it's just corned beef and cabbage, with potatoes, carrots and onions and a bit of celery, of course. I had some orange bell pepper getting close to going bad so I got experimental and put some of that in, too. |
I don't know how the Irish-American ancestors (the Irish Irish ancestors wouldn't give a rat's ass, I'm sure) would feel about something orange in corned beef and cabbage, but then the Ulster Scots ancestors would be pleased, had they not already disowned me for being part Irish, not to mention English, German, French, Schweizerdeutsch, and unidentifiable traces of other things.
But Saint Patrick's Day brings out my ordinary, non-Ulster Scottish bargain hunting traits and frugality (my American extravagance I save for other holidays) and the stuff for the pseudo-Irish meal was a good deal. Everything I needed came to about twelve bucks out of pocket, and I got back bonus points worth four bucks, so it will be eight dollars for about five meals, plus there will be potatoes and carrots and onions and cabbage left over for additional meals.
Naturally the futon is not yet assembled, and the cats not yet found, nor the cat who might be Shorty visited, but at least the check for the rent won't ounce, and the month is almost half over and only two more bills to come, and probably only two more grocery shopping days. I think I can afford to indulge myself with some Guinness. It's on sale, too, but at another store.
What I'd really like to indulge myself with is a lightweight coat for the upcoming warmer weather. Unfortunately the stores that sell such luxury items are on the far end of town, and somewhat scattered even there, so it will take either a ride (unlikely) or some careful planning around the bus schedules an then getting up earlier in the day than I've been doing. See, even dull lives are not without their problems. Stupid problems, to be sure, but problems.
I think those vegetables must be done by now. I got started cooing late, so it's going to be a near-midnight dinner. So much for getting up earlier tomorrow.