I had a fun market run. I wore my baggy sweatpants, a looser fit t shirt, and a light jacket. I had my hair back in a ponytail. I went to the import market first. It seems to be a real community center. Most times when I go they just have one owner/family member there, today they had at least 2. I didn't go around the meat counter but they probably had another one back there.
They didn't have the henna I like but that's OK. I looked at their rice/spice aisle and got various spices. I also got a porridge thing it was a couple pounds of grains and small beans mixed together. It looked like the kind of thing I'd enjoy.
I love cooking whole wheat - simmered on the stove. So good! And this had that in it. It should be fun to cook up. I also got some Kashmiri chili, which I wasn't looking for, but it's only $3 and I had been wanting. And some Madras curry, my Caribbean friend at work swears by that as "the best". I spent about $20 and I'm happy to help a small business/family.
I tied up the bag and put it in the bottom of my cart (I had left the cart off in the corner when I did my shopping at the import market). Then I went to the discount grocery. It was only about 10. It was insane. I felt so bad for my friend the cashier (she was working so I got in her lane). She said she is ringing up all kinds of freaky fruits and vegetables including "A brown thing this big with green spikes all over it".
I found some pork chops, I also got some Zummo's sausage as I love it, and some hot dog buns for it to go to work. Then I thought the hot dog bun pack (they only have the one size at the budget price) is 16 buns so I got a 50 cent package of chicken dogs (not bad with a little BBQ sauce). You get the idea.
I also got a little pack of the containers I like - a 3 cup rectangle with a snap on lid, 4 for $2. I balanced it all in my cart and just missed a bus.
If the bus driver knows me and expects me at a certain time, it's been my experience they'll wait. But if they don't know me how do they know to wait when I'm halfway across the parking lot? 100% on me. I was glad I had gotten some frozen veggies to help keep the meats and kale (I got a big bag of chopped kale) cold.
The next driver knows me and we had a good chat before she dropped me off. A man got off, actually pushed his way past me as I was getting up, so I "let" him go well ahead of me before I started. I had my cart (I use it for groceries, and Bible Handouts) so it was easy getting home.
I checked the mail and rolled my eyes when I saw the package. My half sister plays a lot
First of all I have to say my mother had 3 living children, all of us had hellish childhoods in our own ways. My brother and I did alright I think but she plays a lot of head games and divorced her oddball husband after 27 years when a couple of specialists said he was high functioning autistic and could not be "fixed". She used something else as an excuse but you get the idea.
Me, I'm a romantic. I married a blind man in a wheelchair (that one gets some interesting responses when I tell that story) and cared for him until the literal day he died. My Dad mentioned once he thought I had Attachment disorder and I probably do, from what I recall reading on it. If you're "on" with me I'm ride or die until the bitter end. If you're "Off" (like my inlaws) it's a hard road back.
About 30 years ago someone, not my parents, destroyed the album of my baby and childhood photos. My Dad was very upset. When my sister said she had "A lot" of baby photos I asked for copies or scans for my Dad. She kept making excuses.
My sister is a hard core hoarder just like you would see on the TV show. Her trailer was so cluttered I had piles of junk teetering over the bed every time I stayed with her, and the last time there was so much furniture wedged into the hall I got stuck in the middle of the night trying to go to the bathroom. She had little "pig trails" through piles of stuff about 5 feet high. I lost my balance going through it one time and touched a pile of stuff to steady myself, she began screaming at me. I could go on, you get the idea.
And she rents. She has moved around a few times. She mentioned she was "downsizing" and "would be mailing a lot of photos and things" to various family members. Yeah, right I thought.
Well on my way home I checked the mail and there's a packet. I don't want to open it. I will, for Dad, otherwise I'd throw the whole thing in the trash. I don't need anything she has for me.
Why is she "off"? Well a couple of things. If you look up how to help a battered woman one of the things they say is "Let her know you are there for her no matter what". My aunt was good at that. My parents less so. But I felt secure calling all of them the day Ron died, for instance.
My sister is in a cult. She has tried to force it on me many, many, times including sending me copies of "her" Bible (Revelation has some pretty strong things to say about those who add to the Bible), which I threw out - the only time I ever did that. She would also force me to attend several services every time I went to visit her (only about a week each time, and 7-8 meetings each time). She would say things like "I won't rest until you are a real sister (church member)". She also told me several times she would "Help me get away" from Ron (as you have seen it was years after his death before I could even admit he'd been abusive) by moving in with her and becoming "her" caregiver. Frying pan, meet fire.
She craves a lot of attention. I suspect it was a case the only time our mother ever paid her any attention was when she was sick so she was sick a lot. And that carried into adulthood. She was fine after she got married and raised her kids for about 15 years, then it's suddenly "I have had all these health problems my whole life". She also really, really, wanted a bipolar diagnosis, but she never qualified. Her psychiatrist eventually gave her a "Bipolar NOS" (not otherwise specified) to shut her up. She was obese her whole life, wrecked her knees, had knee replacements (I could have told her that wouldn't work), and it didn't work. So now she has mobility issues.
Anyway I suspect the landlord is saying she's got to clean out that hoard or get evicted, so she's finally going through things. And I have these photos.
I have wondered off and on if she is my stalker. I suspect she may be a stalker but not the. I could be wrong on that. But I am very careful what I put on Facebook and the blog now. I know for sure she follows the blog but eavesdroppers never hear good things about themselves.
I have had a vicious headache the last several days. It's not food, I have played around with that. It's got to be hormones or blood pressure. I suspect hormones. Today has been horrible. It's a lovely day, sunny, but oh that sun was killing me. I need to find my Cat Lady hat for tomorrow so I can wear it home. The sun can be very bright at the bus stop.
That's it for now!
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