dragonlady7

So I just spent nearly 4 hours running errands. Not boring errands-- no. Shopping errands. I went to Home Depot and bought seed-starting potting soil, because i couldn't find root-growth hormone powder (to start plants from cuttings, you know?)-- so this potting soil is supposed to be good for seeds and cuttings. Why not? I'll use it for both.
I also bought yet more seeds. Poppies, because Z really wants poppies, and parsley, because the parsley we started from transplants last year wound up being really pathetic. I guess it does better from seed-- I don't know. I do plan on taking more space for each herb this year, and maybe having some sort of container-grown herbs too to sort of supplement things.
Oh, I should've bought more pots with that in mind. Eh well. It's not like they won't still be at the store next month or so.

I then went to Tru Teas on Elmwood. It's a three-storey kinda shop kinda restaurant, with an art gallery, some tables, and a bar, all for tea. I had something lovely, some kind of white tea-- it was subtle and yummy and I don't know why the barista offered me sugar because all you'd be able to taste would be sugar. The employees were in and out, some off-duty coming in to drop things off, others milling around familiarly, and it overall felt very homey and community-ish. I liked it, and sat there for nearly an hour sipping my tea and eating a cold noodle salad. I wound up buying some of the white tea to take home-- I forget the variety-- and a 2-ounce packet of some sort of "dragon" tea that would ice well, to bring to Katy when I go to Georgia.
I made peace with the world as I sat there: so what if my vacation plans are screwy? I could afford the more expensive plane tickets. All will be well. I don't have to be mad at Z for waiting until the last possible minute to ask if he can have the time off. It's not his fault it wasn't as important to him as it was to me-- it's my family thing after all, and if I were going to impose a deadline I'd sort of have to tell him about it, now wouldn't I? And really-- it's a vacation, you know, that thing that I haven't had one of since college, so no matter what, it's going to be awesome.

So I bought myself a tea infuser as well, finished my pot of tea, and went on down Elmwood. I shopped for shoes at Shoe Fly, which is a store I love but which never has anything in my size. (I wear a perfectly unexceptional women's size 9.5, thanks very much-- that's men's size 7ish, and European size 39, if you care. On the large size, but not abnormally massive. They had everything in size 7 or 10, of course.) So I got nothing there. I also went to Everything Elmwood, which Z was rhapsodizing about as having, really, everything. I didn't buy anything there, but was utterly charmed by their Everything. All kinds of stuff!

I then went to Wegman's. I was starting to feel a little un-good, but not in my tummy. No. Cramps. Girl cramps. I had sort of expected them tomorrowish. Now that I am not on the Pill I consistently expect to be one to two days later than I am, and thus am always utterly astonished when this time rolls around. Eh well.
So at Wegman's, perhaps influenced by what I rather suspected were current events, I bought a zillion things (on sale!) in the women's sanitary supplies aisle, none of which I actually needed but none of which I ever remember to buy when I do need them, and wonder of wonders one particular thing which I won't squick you by actually naming was four dollars cheaper for the same pack at Wegman's, than it would be at CVS which is where I usually run in and buy it in a desperation of being totally out of the last pack and needing one like really soon. Dude. Four dollars. The item in question is under ten anyway, so, like wow. So I stocked up, I admit it.
I also bought milk and bread, which were the two items I was actually supposed to get.

Upon my return home I realized that God loves me, not least in that I had randomly selected a pair of black underpants to wear today. No harm has been done, that a little bit of cold water (for them), and separately, a lot of hot water and some of my new tea, along with a multivitamin and a handful of ibuprofin (for me!), can't undo.
I also returned home to several supportive and amusing LJ comments (which made me feel so totally justified for all the shouting I did alone in my kitchen prior to my departure, but also made me feel so so very smugly A Big Person for having made my peace prior to actually shouting AT anyone), and two emails from Z.
The first one was a blind cc to me on the email he sent his boss, which was a masterpiece about how much actual software-engineer-type hardcore coding poor Z, who you know isn't just an IT guy, has to get done that just isn't getting done while he's in the office with all these distractions and running around rebooting the server and helping Jamie's girlfriend access her sent mail and fishing the DVDs out that three-year-old Sarah accidentally stuck into the toaster and what-have-you. And you know, Bridget's sister has DSL (I confirmed this last night) and Z has a laptop, and he could get so much done there while being online and on call at all times.
The second one was a one-line email, the subject line of which was "don't be crabby!" and the entirety of the body of which was "[boss] is letting me go"-- he still hasn't clarified if that means "on vacation" or "fired", but hey. I am a big person, right? I am not flipping out over things.

The moral of the story: It is, I guess, OK to be a total goddamned jackass, if you are good at it.

Me, I'm going to drink tea and write the rest of that fucking novel now, much the better for having had a little break to Not Think About Any Of It.