This morning I woke up around 4:30 AM thinking for some odd reason that it was Tuesday. I got up and went to the bathroom, then started downstairs to feed (and shut up) Yella Fella. Only then did it occur to me that perhaps it wasn’t Tuesday after all. I checked the phone and saw it is actually Saturday. Wow!
After getting the cats fed and the litter boxes scooped, I sat down to enjoy a cup of coffee and get my morning social media and phone game fix. I decided to make some chili so I got dressed and headed out to shop for ingredients.
I don’t know about where you live, but here in the South I have noticed that grocery store etiquette is closely related to where one sees oneself in the social class structure. For example, a woman my age who was quite slim and wearing tight jeans acted insulted as I stopped to look at products in the meat case, then she proceeded to block access to an aisle by parking her cart in the middle of the walkway to look at an endcap. This happens quite often in the grocery, and the perpetrators remind me of the people who have no qualms about driving slowly in the left lane on the interstate. They have this air of entitlement and act put out when I ask them to let me pass. I do it nicely, but I do ask them to move over.
I came home, turned on NPR, and browned ground beef while I dumped beans, tomatoes, onion, green pepper, and spices in the crock pot. Then I made some cheese grits and sat down to breakfast.
Right now my apartment is filled with the scent of chili. It’s odd to feel wrapped in such a comforting smell while listening to the news of the latest mass shooting, this time in Pittsburgh.