More stuff and things
Update on the girl who died: heart disease led to pneumonia, complicated by a staph infection and rumor has it, the flu. Sounds like the medical equivalent of a perfect storm. Rest in peace, babycakes.
Got a mighty nice workout in. While I was in the gym, one of the younger guys from work walked up to me and said hello. James is a sweetie, obviously in very good shape and with the metabolism typical of his age. I can count on him to show up at my demo table. In fact, if I'm having trouble moving my samples and am worried that I'll have to throw out too much, I start looking for him to help me out.
Came home, unloaded my groceries, sat on the sofa a while, then psyched myself up and went back outside. Emptied and stored twenty ceramic pots I fill with annual and perennial plants each growing season. Twenty vessels between 10 inches in diameter (maybe three of those) through 18 inches (ten of those), to the final two in the mammoth, 24-inch-across size. What remains to be done outside is: empty the basket-type containers, which are not in danger of being broken by freeze/thaw cycles, cut down the hostas which have succumbed to frost, mulch a little more, then say adieu until next spring. I brought in fewer plants this year to overwinter indoors. With a new small kitty in the house, I know better than to chance some death-and-distruction indoors. The older cats can be trusted to leave the plants alone, but the little one, well, she's been eyeing the plants in the birdcage in the corner of the dining room and I don't want to tempt her.
A cluster of us were in the employee's bathroom yesterday, and we started talking about what we'd observed lately. Hardly anyone of our customers cooks regularly. Personally, I feel like some sort of throwback. Most of our customers buy prefab food, beit frozen or wokery takeout or something else from our prepared department. It's weird. It's some sort of management dream, I'm sure, but to me it's strange. Terribly, horribly expensive. But such is the demographic of our customer base, that they don't care. Wowsers. I can't imagine what it's like to have that kind of money.
Got a mighty nice workout in. While I was in the gym, one of the younger guys from work walked up to me and said hello. James is a sweetie, obviously in very good shape and with the metabolism typical of his age. I can count on him to show up at my demo table. In fact, if I'm having trouble moving my samples and am worried that I'll have to throw out too much, I start looking for him to help me out.
Came home, unloaded my groceries, sat on the sofa a while, then psyched myself up and went back outside. Emptied and stored twenty ceramic pots I fill with annual and perennial plants each growing season. Twenty vessels between 10 inches in diameter (maybe three of those) through 18 inches (ten of those), to the final two in the mammoth, 24-inch-across size. What remains to be done outside is: empty the basket-type containers, which are not in danger of being broken by freeze/thaw cycles, cut down the hostas which have succumbed to frost, mulch a little more, then say adieu until next spring. I brought in fewer plants this year to overwinter indoors. With a new small kitty in the house, I know better than to chance some death-and-distruction indoors. The older cats can be trusted to leave the plants alone, but the little one, well, she's been eyeing the plants in the birdcage in the corner of the dining room and I don't want to tempt her.
A cluster of us were in the employee's bathroom yesterday, and we started talking about what we'd observed lately. Hardly anyone of our customers cooks regularly. Personally, I feel like some sort of throwback. Most of our customers buy prefab food, beit frozen or wokery takeout or something else from our prepared department. It's weird. It's some sort of management dream, I'm sure, but to me it's strange. Terribly, horribly expensive. But such is the demographic of our customer base, that they don't care. Wowsers. I can't imagine what it's like to have that kind of money.