On Leaving the House

Most of the time, I look at grocery shopping and other errands as chores -- things I neither like nor dislike, just stuff that needs to be done. This morning, though, it was with great excitement that I washed and dressed to await my young associate's arrival; we were going to the grocery store! I was going to see people for the first time in over a week! I was going to get fresh produce, standard items, and a few treats! Can you tell I was a little excited to be leaving the house?

I do okay on my own, at least when I'm operating on all cylinders. I'd say that if I have eight cylinders, at the moment I'm operating on about four. I fell over in my kitchen last night. I don't even know why. I think I might have hit a groove between the tiles wrong with my wheels, but I'm not really sure. I didn't hurt myself as on the last fall. I managed to get up and get back to my business, confused but okay.

So back to my trip out of the house . . . it was all I had hoped for and more. I know my young associate would have taken my list and shopped for me, but I really had to get out. I smiled at everyone, chatted as we walked, and simply pointed at what I needed while my young friend grabbed it and carted it. When we got to the checkout lane, he unloaded the cart then put the packed bags back in, and carried everything out to put in the car, brought it in the house, and unpacked and put everything away. I felt like a princess! A ride to the store AND all this extra service? It was almost more than I could take. He even asked if he could fix me some lunch before he left. I refused his kind offer. I hadn't had breakfast yet, and I had my eye on a parfait-style strawberry shortcake, which I ate as soon as he left.

I'm home alone again, but I'm still riding high on my human interaction and my variety of food choices. Life is good.