I have never understood this “you can’t eat certain foods at certain times” thing. Yeah, I can see structuring your food intake for what you’ve got to do during the day, so that you eat certain types of foods (proteins, complex carbs, fats, etc.) in certain combinations designed to keep you going all day long. But specific foods being forbidden at specific time? Nope. ‘You can’t have that for breakfast!’ Pshaw! Tuna salad makes a good breakfast. It’s got protein, complex carbs (or it does the way I make it), and it’s tasty. (And come to that, how is a piece of fruit pie (dessert) different than a toaster pastry?)
I had tuna salad for breakfast instead of what I had originally wanted to eat because of a Mystery. I know for a fact that I bought several cartons of almond milk when I shopped groceries at some point recently — the kind of cartons that don’t have to be refrigerated. I know I did. And I know where I thought I put them. But, I’m durned if I know where they actually are. There aren’t that many places where they could be and they aren’t in any of them. I’ve looked. Twice. How can I have cereal without almond milk? I’ve got some lovely Cheerios and some Kashi shreaded wheat, and no almond milk. So now, here directly, I have to suit up and schlep off to Walmart and get some. In the rental car.
Yep. Tues, I took my poor Greyola off to Big Daddy’s Collision Center to get the collision damage repaired. It’s going to take about two weeks, they said. They’re going to have to replace both door panels, and the front fender panel, and work on the rear fender panel, and they have to take bumpers off and lights out to paint. The rental car is a 2017 silver Chevy miniSUV. I’m going to have to put a static decal in the back window so I can locate the durn thing in parking lots. 
It has one of those keyless systems — not just keyless entry, but keyless ignition, too. So long as you are carrying this fob thingie around on your person, you can lock and unlock the doors and start the car without a key just by pressing buttons! Oh, the plonger* envy!
So, I’m going to go brush my teeth, put on shoes, beetle off to Walmart to get some almond milk, chopped olives, and TP. Then I’ll get my adulting done for the day (pay bills), and decide what I want to do next, which will very likely involve yarn and sharp pointy metal things. And maybe computers. Busy, busy, busy. . .
It occurs to me that I’ve got a shawl going in every room of the house but the kitchen at the moment, all of them for me. I’ve got a Malguri Morning shawl in Charisma yarn “Northern Light” colorway going in the living room (TV knitting at its finest), my modified version of the cable edged shawl in Lion Brand Heartland yarn color “Glacer Bay” going by the computer, and the cobblestone lace shawl in “bluejean” going in the bedroom. I’ve got some YouTube subscriptions that have uploaded new videos, and some blogs to read, and The Ocean At The End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman to finish rereading, and a lot of TV binge watching lined up to get stuff off the DVR, so shawl knitting is really high on the list of things that will happen in the near future. Be nice if I can get all three shawls done in time for cold weather this fall. Goalz. I haz ’em.
*plonger - in the family parlance, a "plonger" is a small electronic device that has buttons you push to accomplish tasks -- a doorbell, a TV remote, a garage door opener remote, the little remotes that lock and unlock your car all fall under this generic term. In order to accomplish the task, you "plong" the appropriate button. This came from "plonging" on the door bell, which is also a common expression in the family parlance, which is what you do to produce the "classic" doorbell "pling-plong" sound. "Plonging" would qualify as an onomatopoeic noun (for the sound) used as a verb (what you do to produce the sound). This term has the sound and feel of one of my dad's (many) linguistic influences on the household.
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Of course you can have tuna for breakfast. As for pie, my grandmother allowed it. A big piece of apple pie with a couple of slices of cheddar, some sausage or bacon, and a glass of milk was perfect. It sounds so good I’d have it again tomorrow, if I had an apple pie. Which I don’t.
Glad to hear that the car repair process has begun. It’s a pain, but it will be done and over with. Today was the day I discovered my water heater’s been leaking. It’s going to be replaced, saith management. I need to check things like that a little more often.
I had that Kashi shredded wheat up in the hill country for the first time. I must say, it’s quite good. I believe I might get myself some the next time I head to the store.
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