Well, today’s perfect weather more than made up for the past few dismal days, but how about those chilly temps? Time to throw another cozy comforter on the bed and dig out the well-worn flannel shirts. Or, if you’re so inclined, get some wood to throw another log on the fire. That always sounds so warm and comfy, even though my electric fireplace in the living room merely glows orange embers and doesn’t emit heat; in fact it is not even plugged in. When we repainted and wallpapered several years ago, we were weary of the mess and pushed everything back and later realized the cord was buried inside the guts of the fireplace, so it merely lends a touch of holiday ambiance as a place to hang your Christmas stocking.
I started my morning with a furnace tune-up and the tech proclaimed the furnace in good shape and ready to use any time. I told him I am a hovering pet parent who babies her canary and I’ve already had the furnace on multiple times through the month of September on those chilly morns. To test the furnace, he had me crank the thermostat to 80 degrees. I thought he would never tell me to shut it off and I could hardly wait to get outside and cool off when he was all finished.
If you follow my posts, you know I aim to get my walking miles accomplished any way I can get ‘em and today was no different. My boss was out of the office until late afternoon and was headed to the Tiger game, so my day was programmed for productivity instead of keyboard interaction. When the Flame tech departed, I wavered on just taking a walk or running the car and opted for both by going grocery shopping. I’m happy to report I drove three miles roundtrip and walked three miles in the store and hauling in the groceries so I’ve still got the car mileage beat by seven miles. We have a week of beautiful weather stretching before us, so I must work hard to make up for the last few “slacking” days.
I did several tours of the entire store, marching along all the while to the tune in my head – the earworm of my favorite spooky song, “The Monster Mash” by Bobby Boris Pickett. I love that song and always look forward to hearing it this time of year. The Michigan Lotto has a commercial running for “Monster Cash” using a close variation of the original song, so it has infiltrated my brain and has been running non-stop through my head since the ad campaign launched.
For years I’ve heard that Halloween is fast becoming the second most-decorated holiday. Today the Halloween candy was out … all miniature sizes, which is supposed to make you feel better as you hand out one goody, and unwrap another goody for yourself. The time to buy it is now, and then tuck it away lest it be gone by Halloween evening. I gave up sweets for Lent a few years ago and have not touched any candy or baked goods since, but I also no longer buy M&Ms either. I could tell tales about having those small bags of M&Ms too close in proximity. I always had candy on my desk at work and we dishes of M&Ms around the house for all the holidays and plain or peanut – they were always my downfall.
Round and round the store I continued, pausing briefly at the pet department when I saw all the costumes on display. There was quite the array of Halloween costumes for your pooch or cat. It seemed that roly-poly chenille pumpkin costumes came in every size, and how about this get-up for a husky who wants to collect treats masquerading as a piñata? Talk about morphing your holidays together. Hmmmm.
A mere fortnight ago, the dregs of the gardening supplies and knick-knacks were still stocked on Meijer’s store shelves and today they are missing, the shelf stock having morphed into holiday fanfare. Hopefully no slugfest happens in your garden in the near future as the bug-fighting gear is now relegated to the storerooms as the Christmas decorations are slowly appearing on those same shelves. This morning, half the offerings were sitting on shelves or hanging up, while heavy, four-wheeled dollies were groaning with corrugated boxes, marked “wreaths”, “stockings” and “bulbs” with those boxes emblazoned with a “Fragile!” warning.
On the heels of the holiday décor section, and with visions of sugarplums now dancing in my head (thankfully replacing the strains of the “Monster Mash”), I finally grabbed a cart and stopped to pick up a small case of mac-and-cheese for my contribution to Buddy’s veterinarian’s annual holiday food bank collection. Meijer had a super sale so I loaded up on “Sponge Bob Square Pants Kraft Mac-and-Cheese”. Who knew Sponge Bob Square Pants’ mug is now featured as squishy orange squares dripping in cheese? Don’t get me wrong; I love mac-and-cheese and make it sometimes, except I am prone to standing and eating a large portion right from the pot after stirring in the cheese without at least delivering it to a bowl first. I could wax nostalgic on my mom’s baked mac-and-cheese, chock full of three cheeses and crumbled bread on top that got to be an oh-so-cheesy baked crust. I wouldn’t attempt this feat, since, as I’ve mentioned before, the baking and cooking genes passed me over long ago.
I’m glad to be back walking and tomorrow I’ll set my sights on Council Point Park for it has been one week since I’ve been there and to paraphrase the saying – seven days without an infusion of nature in your life makes one weak.