I managed to escape yesterday to have lunch with my friend in the Beach neighbourhood that I and my friends enjoy the shops. The friend in particular, lives in this area although north of the main street. The nicest part is the pub we go to. It is called the Lion on the Beach, cute title. Our pubs have been taken over by franchises which are not my idea of real pubs and of course being in North America we get sports bars that have sports on the multiple televisions. It is nice to go to an old fashioned pub.
My friend surprised me and order wine with lunch. It was a bit early for me and I couldn't join her but was happy for a salmon fillet with rice and mixed vegetables. I am not supposed to eat a lot of meat although I do eat it. I try and go for chicken and turkey to help with my arthritis. I got it early. Family inheritance. We chatted about what was going on and what we were doing. She wanted to go to the local Beauty supply place and get some special hair I think conditioner. I wanted to just look around. This street has many shops of interest. I bought tea a white tea to help with my now imposed diet. I also got an African herbal tea with lemon for my friend who is dealing with ALS.
Then we walked back towards the Food land Grocery store and I bought a pork stuffed roast. I do buy meet and freeze it until I decide to cook it. I pick meat up on sale so I get good deals.
Then we walked back to the car which was a distance and it was cool out but it made me feel healthier. Like a lot of cold countries, we are stuck indoors and some days we just don't get out. I think we would hibernate if it was possible.
I got into the car and my friend, said she was going out to her parents as she is caring for them or helping them. I said had it not been so late as I had to get home and get my partner his dinner. He was home sick and in bed.
I did drive her to one subway. It was just a nice afternoon for both of us.
I am having a problem. Freddie is a good boy and likes to sleep on the end of my bed at my feet which isn't totally comfortable but he is so content that I give way. Now we have, Rooster things have gotten problematic. Rooster thinks he deserves this special treatment also and he has decided that I am his woman also. The other night I rubbed my foot along Rooster's back and got a claw in the bottom of my foot. I didn't know until he did that which cat it was. Last night, there they were, both on the bed exactly where my feet go. My legs were actually feeling cramped from our sharing arrangement. The only good thing is my partner is an early bird and the cats go with him for food in the morning. I finally get some sleep. The other three occupants of my bed are all male, and inconsiderate of the need to relax. I can't imagine the Queen, allowing her cat although I think it would be impossible to have cats, with her little dogs, of which she has about four. I sure can't see her allowing them in the royal bedroom.
She has enough rooms for bedrooms for her dogs. With the Palaces, she has I think I would have a few cats around for the mice, that must be fun to track them, maybe that is why she also has security cameras.
Car, my poor old car and I do love it has seen better days and is in need of a lot of work. I have a guilty vice I look at used cars I would like to own. Every now and again I find a really good one and of course can't afford. Didn't I find one today. Low mileage and my favourite car dealership. it is about three years old and the price although seems high is not bad for this type of a vehicle. I have a phobia about small cars. I feel if I am going to be safe I must be in a car with a front and a back with enough space to withstand a crunch on both ends and with any luck air bags in the middle. I do feel bad about my present car but I am not sure it is worth continuing on with the engine problems and the other issues it has. Now if I can just come up with the money in time to get this new vehicle. For me cars are about performance. I know that is a guy thing. I had too many guy cousins. You couldn't look like a dumb girl driver in front of them. My Father taught me to drive, short of a few driving lessons. My offspring thinks my driving isn't very good but she was impressed when we hit ice and I drove it out of the way of another car. She says you can really drive in a tough situations. I can dream of my new car . It was nice though.
H&S is Heart and Stroke, one of our big fund raising organization for health. I have been organizing canvassers to collect for them. So far I have got back six of my ten fund raisers kits but have to call the rest in this week. Each month is a new campaign. March is now, the one for Cancer research, so it is time to get the money into them. To be quite honest I have had enough of dealing with the fund raisers. They know they only have so much time to collect. I am not good at molly cuddling them. I had a Dad who spent six years in the army I was brought up to just get it done. This week it is back to calling the last four and then going to their houses to get their envelopes. Hopefully by next week I will have this out of the way and find a new volunteer project. I have three I am interested in, arthritis society, osteoporosis society and the Red Cross. It is useless at our age to pretend we just have to do nothing to make the world a better place, sitting around is a waste of time.
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