Yesterday we actually did some errand running and visited HRH. I offered the bag of items I cleaned out of my desk to little hrh. By the way, hrh is going to be 10 this year, so she may need her own nickname.
HRH sifted through the bag and determined she didn't want any of it. A reasonable reaction as the canvas bag included things like markers, post-it notes, old Covey planner binder, and pom poms. I was assured by hrh she would give the bag to her grandma but the other items (especially the markers) were very fun.
If you wonder why I had such items in my desk, I was a quality manager with certifications in instructions and process analysis. You may remember my career ran over 32-years. This means I as use to doing flip charts as Power Point. In fact, I am still just as comfortable doing thing on papers as putting it on-line. So, if I did have a computer, a data show projector and a network, why do I still have these archaic items? It is just that over three decades, well, things will pile up. In any case, even if I cluttered HRH's house, it counts as decluttering mine.
When we got home, CaDiva started with laundry and I began to sanitize and package the treats for potential beggars. At the appointed hour, I took position on the porch with a graciously prepared thermos of Chai Latte (thank you CaDiva) to await our little beggars. Within the first half hour, I got to visit with my neighbors include one who had three little ones. I called out that the goodies were packaged and sanitized. She was impressed by my three-foot long grabber used to drop the Zip Lock baggies.
Unfortunately, they were my only beggars. Well, 2020 bites another beloved tradition. However, the Mom and I agreed to pool our fermented resources on Tuesday. She has wine for maintenance and celebration and I have bourbon and scotch in the event things go south. My next-door neighbor perked up at hearing Scotch. I told him the mother from across the street was now my favorite since her husband is a chocolatier. It is true he and his brother share from the garden, but it is autumn so a person needs to draw a line. Gardens go dormant, chocolate is forever.
Today I put on Ocean's Eight and kicked back with popcorn. Well, I had the popcorn and CaDiva finished the cinnamon rolls because popcorn is not kind to her mouth. The two cats were taking turns irritating me no matter how often I explained to them I am a Dog Person. The Maine Coon mix was sitting on the arm of my chair and CaDiva was starting to chortle. This brought my attention to the intense stare from the cat as her head followed my hand from the bowl to my mouth and back again.
I will admit I was moving my hand up and down at different speeds, watching the cat's head following the rhythm of my teasing until I noticed she was stalking her quarry across the expanse of my torso. Ok, it wasn't much of a stalk given that she is the size of decent sized frozen turkey. But it was the intent more than the implementation.
Then she leapt with a thud to the middle of the floor, Now, CaDiva was laughing full-out. She pointed out the cat was chowing down on a popped kernel of corn. I swear on the head of my dear late Lab/Shepherd mix that silly cat was eating Orville Redenbacher's Theater Buttered microwave popcorn. I mean, ok, she has eaten poached salmon , triple-cream brie, angel hair pasta and seaweed salad. But seriously, popcorn????
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