somethings other than what I was expecting to do

This afternoon I was supposed to make a shopping list and go to the store and get food for the next few days. (I did eventually make it to the store, pick up some food and some boys, get alerted to a non-existent conference I didn't know I had and really didn't...freak out because I was convinced someone had neglected to tell me someone had signed us up for conferences today, did I mention I knew nothing about? Well the fictitious conferences were supposedly at 4. I was pulling away from picking up these boys at 3:45. I was unloading the frozen foods and milk at 3:57 (usually it would be okay to leave them but it was about 32 today) I was picking up some other boy at about  4:15.  Did I not mention I picked up the boy that neglected to mention by calling during the day to say he'd be staying after school to choose his band solo for competition? So I'm freaking out, did I mention I freaked out? I hate adrenaline and I can pump it at will these days by thinking thoughts such as, um, public speaking, test taking, some people's paternal unit... other stuff.

It was a complete and utter contrast. First, I peacefully did  arty stuff. Then. I went shopping. Then. I went to pick up the boys. All hell broke loose.

I guess that is somewhat my fault anyway. I had good intentions. I just waited too long. I printed out shopping lists and recipes from Everyday Food - They have a thing called Grocery Bag. I must vouch for myself, it worked beautifully. I printed out five dinner recipes, which is Wed.-Sun., I went shopping, spent about $65 including two gallons of milk which were not on the list. Plus, for a few of these recipes we will have leftovers for lunches this weekend. I think spending $65 on 7 meals for four people is brilliant. Less than $2.50 per person per meal.

I was nervous during shopping, which was hurried and confusing because I went to the store I don't usually go to, but the produce at my usual store was gross last time I shopped. So I fumbled around. Like I said, I waited too long. I did have a nice chat about top round versus bottom round with the butcher. He talked a long time about meat.

Before that, I sat on the living room floor and shuffled the papers, notebooks, folders, other things I have still out unfiled. And I found my envelope of wonderful collage cutouts. I curated this collection of items from countless magazines in the mid to late 1990s. So I started deciding what to do with them, first I dumped them on my bed. The bedroom window light was nice, it made the images sort of golden.

The woman and the frog seemed made for each other. I want to say she is a Chagall. If nothing else, she looks like one lounging with her toad friend. But no, she is a Matisse. Later they were framed.  For better viewing I brought them to the kitchen table  and lay them out on some white sketch paper.

The dog up there had some adventures a while ago. She went swimming, rescued a lady, drowned, but was visited by angels. Revived, I think the dog will live to tell another tail.