A Day of New Adventures

Yesterday I actually took that longhorn by the horns and ventured outside the apartment complex! Thanks to Jenn, who is a friend of all of us, by the way, not just the girls, I have directions even a dummy from the North can follow, and I got all the way to Wal-Mart! Talk about a liberating experience! Of course, due to the 39 steps, some of the stuff is still in the car trunk (not the food, folks, not the food!), but I made it! I can now hang up clothes, sort clothes, wash dishes, keep my Splenda in something beside a measuring cup, drain dishes on something beside my two tea towels...Oh, you can't imagine, unless you've moved into a furnished apartment, how many little things at home a person takes for granted.

Then last night, I waited and waited for David to come home. It was almost 6 when he came home--later than Georgetown, for sure. But they did two hours of overtime yesterday! Way to go, Toyota! Looks like things may be picking up. I didn't have supper ready on the table--it would have been cold, if I had, because I expected him closer to 5. He wanted to go out, though, so we went out--again. Three nights in a row. Who thought eating out that often could get so old, so quick! We found a Chinese restaurant that we may go to again--maybe a fast-food chain for all I know. The egg rolls were Tex-Mex Chinese, but the other stuff was pretty decent. When we got out of the car, David said, "It smells like Sunday dinner!" I guess it was the soy sauce, because it didn't taste like it. When you eat every week at America's best Chinese restaurant, the others really don't stand a chance.

What else was I going to tell you? Oh, yes. We got mail yesterday! An insurance bill and a bill for my eye surgery back in September, but we got mail. At least the post office knows we're here now.

Love to all, and God bless.

PS By the way, we went to Wal-Mart again last night and bought more food. David bought three bags of cookies! I guess he's suffering from junk-food withdrawal. Everett, we made it up the stairs in one trip, loaded down like pack mules, but one trip. I'm proud of us! (And there is still stuff in my trunk from my yesterday's expedition.)