The Bank and Ice Cream

It must be that the weekend makes life work better. I made coffee first and got the cat outside, for the first time of the day, and sat down to do my daily morning pages. So far everything was going well. Time to let Molly (cat ) in again . . . get coffee refill . . . Back on the couch, still writing so I can finish my daily assignment. All the time I was thinking about the bank, did the money come in? Or am I relegated to the house for the weekend. Funny how I felt punished and like I wanted to go out, for the first time in years, when it looks like I might not be able to do anything. I was listening to the radio, there was a book group talking about Carol Shields the author, kept me distracted till I got up the nerve to check the bank. O gawd, what if its not there!! YaY!! its in, whew, now I can go . . . where???? I don't know, where? What is the plan now that I have money? Dunno. Hold on . . cat needs out . . o hell, I'll get coffee Well time for that later, first things first, and that means get the dog out cu she's dancin'. Had a chat with a neighbor, she has the cutest little Peakinese. Back inside, coffee time :) Phone rings, not a telemarketer -hate you, telemarketer. A real call, long distance, and a couple of hours later, I'm hanging up and thinking what I'm going to do now that I can go out. Ice Cream. Ice cream is a very good reason to g out and be in stores. I was going to go over to the Dairy Queen, after all I got my money and I saved myself $5.05 on cauliflower y'day, but I won't do that, I'm sort of boycotting that store and all specialty stores that they have put the HST Tax on everything and made it A LOT MORE EXPENSIVE!!!!!!! I hate that our government just throws tax on us any way they feel like it. Don't you know that we don't all have six-figure salaries???????? So, ice cream ended up being a $20 bag of stuff. All the stuff that I didn't get y'day when I thot I was going to be broke for the weekend, and now I'm not broke so I have ice cream. And hotdogs, a favorite junk food is hotdogs with mustard on a great bun (hard to find so have to get whaterver they have on hand) burnt to a crisp. This seems to be a day of me doing a whole lot of self-care and I don't do bubble baths and candles and smelly stuff. Ooooooh, I may never walk again, but I DO leave the pots till tomorrow when pamper day is over. Gave Ch'ngy a brushing, you know that made her happy, she just sits real still and glares till I'm done, its like punishiment with treats afterwards. Then she's happy. I did knitting on my sweater, the new project I'm working on to get completed and sense accomplishment over. Its a teal shrug-type sweater, and as long as I don't get too fat for it on hotdogs and ice cream its gonna be great for spring. Getting a brainstorm for a story I'm working on, gotta go.