The mercurial weather from yesterday continued today. Even the weather reporter on the news was confused; would it rain in the morning? Or in the afternoon? It looked like the answer was "morning" as I stepped out to give Tucker his walk. We did the shorter walk since the sky was looming downward and rain was spitting at us, starting to fall in earnest as we mounted the front steps upon our return. So we took the car out instead of the truck, and headed for supermarket heaven, a.k.a. Floyd Road. James stayed in the car while I stopped at Lidl since they don't have mobility carts; I got bread and the ground turkey that was on sale; he uses the latter for home breakfasts and burritos. Then we made a brief detour to Clay Street and the East Cobb library so I could drop my books off.

Then it was time to turn around to go to Publix, mainly for the BOGOs, although James did get part of his lunch meat (we would get the no-salt-added turkey at the Smyrna store), and then again I just briefly dropped in at Kroger for milk (sale this week) and salt-free canned mushrooms. Now with all these perishable foods, it was time to hit the road for home to put this all up.

We did this as quickly as possible, because by the time we finished it was lunchtime. We had a coupon for Williamson Brothers barbecue, so off we went toward the Big Chicken and then hung a left. The place was considerably busy for a Thursday at one, but we got served fairly quickly. We both had pulled pork platters; I ordered "onion rings" and indeed got two huge rings. I had to use a knife and fork, and one filled me up, so James had the other. We both had enough to take home for a lunch.

Next we were to stop at Sam's Club. We needed popcorn and mandarin oranges (both fresh and cups), and also more triple-A batteries (every remote in the house runs on them), and, alas, it was time for us to re-up membership. Well, the changeable weather, which had been raining when we arrived at Williamson and not raining and cool when we left, changed in the five minutes' drive from barbecue to warehouse. By the time we got to Sam's it was pouring—what a day to have forgotten my hat!—and the place, as always, was packed, and every handicapped space was full. But look! Here came a woman trundling out a cart. She hurriedly loaded her car and then got in. She was in a space where she could just drive out, so we lined up behind her and waited for her to go.

Except she didn't. She just sat, and sat, and a couple of times waved us to pass her. We flashed the handicapped placard at her to let her know we were waiting for her parking space.

And then she wiped her face and calmly started eating! How rude when the store was so crowded. She could have pulled over to the side and eaten there and let someone have her space. Instead, after ten minutes, another person in a handicapped space pulled out and we got her space.

So we got what we needed (plus some pepper and BreatheRight strips) and headed home. We decided to go to the Smyrna Publix to get the turkey lunchmeat and get it over with. (Why go to this trouble? James isn't supposed to have salt. He tried the no-sodium Boars Head turkey with skepticism, and was amazed when it tasted good. In fact, and I can corroborate this, it tastes better than the regular turkey lunchmeat or the reduced sodium version. So we go out of our way to get this for him because it's good for him, but many of the Publix stores don't carry it. Why? Don't know.)

At long last the shopping was over and we could go home and relax. He had a bowl of vegetable soup for supper and I had a Lidl bun with pulled pork.

Later on I discovered Amazon Prime has five of the nine seasons of Perry Mason, so we watched the first episode, uncut unlike the first time we saw it on FETV, and then I turned up a series called A Taste of History. James is crazy about a YouTube series by a man who cooks colonial foods in authentic colonial style, over a fire with only the foods and the tools of the time, so I tagged this because I thought he'd enjoy it. This is similar, a professional chef, originally from Germany, who works at the City Tavern in Philadelphia, who cooks his foods (at least for this series) the same way, over an open fireplace. After watching three episodes, all I can say is that women in those days must have had back muscles like steel and muscles in their arms like weightlifters to manage the bending over and having to shift all those cast iron dutch ovens, spiders (a frypan with legs), frying pans, and kettles! And the food he cooks is making me drool!

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