50 cents a bag

Well, he was moody and irritable leaving the house, but cheered up when he got to the restaurant.  He ordered a beer, they brought that and some chips. 

In the meantime, I couldn't decide between the fajita taco and the bacon and egg taco.  I asked the owner (who waited our table) and he said I could get both.  So I did that.  I also ordered a fajita burrito to eat for dinner (got it to-go). 

Ron was ever mindful of the bathroom issue.  They do not have a wheelchair accessible bathroom.  It is an old building and would be prohibitive to remodel.  So he wanted to be careful what he ate. 

He worked on the chips and beer for a while.  I talked about how much I was going to enjoy my food, this place puts huge pieces of bacon in the breakfast taco, and a lot of it.  Very reasonable prices, too. 

Ron ordered a bacon and egg taco to go.  My food arrived.  I ate one, took my pills, put a little salt, and ate it too.  Lastly I ate the fajita taco.  They have an open kitchen, I went and thanked the cooks in Spanish.  They laughed at my terrible accent. 

They brought out my burrito, and Ron's taco (to-go) while I ate. 

After I finished, I paid.  Paratransit was going to leave us there "Too long" so I had suggested to Ron he cancel the trip home, call Arturo and set up and appointment to be picked up. 

Ron was moaning about having to wait another 15 minutes when I saw a familiar cab pull into the lot.  I told Ron and we left.  Ron has a lot of trouble getting into vehicles lately.  I wish he would consent to some sort of physical therapy.  Or someone could park a car in our driveway, and he could practice getting in/out for 10 minutes a day.  As it is I'm getting pretty good at shoving his butt. 

We got home (it had stopped raining).  I got him in the house.  Baby Girl wanted to go in the garage so I let her, we weren't going out again.  The door was shut to the outside, that's all that mattered, but she can smell the cracks and get some excitement. 

I put the food in the fridge.  Ron drank some vodka.  I got on the computer. 

It's trash day.  I really filled up that can and I was worried it was too much.  The company has been known to refuse cans if they are overfilled.  It made sense to me they might decline an overly heavy can. 

But it must have been nothing to them.  They had that done in no time.  They don't come at a set time like the other guys so it is hard to plan, but I would love to give them some treats/gatorade.  I will have to figure that out. 

I put the can back in our driveway.  Ron decided to go work on the sales tax.  After, count it with me, one drink before he left the house, one drink at the restaurant, one drink when he got home.  I am going to stay up until he finishes, and then take a nap. 

Tomorrow we have to get up at probably - let me look - 2 AM because the pickup will be around 4. 

After I get up from my nap, I will work on clearing out some cabinets.  I only have a little bit of counter space, the microwave (has to be down on the counter so Ron can use it), and dish drainer take up Ron's side of the kitchen.  My side I have my electric teapot, tea, powdered drink mix, canned goods, etc.  I need to get most of that into cabinets and then I'll have counter space to actually do food prep and cooking. 

I plan to make stew this weekend, with carrots and potatoes.  I also want to make some curried potatoes with my leftover raw potatoes.  That should be interesting. 

The crock-pot liners were a game changer for me, when a friend told me about them.  Put the bag in the pot, put the food in the bag, cook it, eat it, throw away the bag and the pot is still clean.  If I can avoid scrubbing I'm all for it.  And worth spending the 50 cents a bag.