Perpetual Ruminations

What Day Is It?

Sometimes, days go by, and a person mistakenly thinks it's a different day than it actually is. This is especially true when a person is recovering from a sickness or chemo (medically induced sickness). Usually I check the calendar early in the day so I know about upcoming appointments and such, but sometimes there's a lull in the normally busy schedule. That's the case now.

My wife is off work, but it's a changing schedule, so I never know for sure what days she works or what days she has off. I was thinking she had weekdays off on her current rotation, and never even checked the calendar. I decided that while she did some more of her Christmas baking, I would run into town and pick up some ground beef, something for supper, and some chicken grit.

I warmed up the vehicle (it's only 7°F), loaded up the dogs and drove the six miles into town, heading to the locker plant to pick up some freshly ground beef and fresh meat (we were undecided what to have for dinner), then I was going to go next door to the feed store for the chicken grit. No, we do not have chickens, but we have ice, lots of ice. I was going to get sand to sprinkle in the driveway for traction, but I was informed yesterday, while visiting some of my in-laws, that chicken grit works better and it's cheaper. (Winter in Minnesota drives the price of salt and sand higher.)

But, the feed store and locker plant, both part of the Cenex farmer's coop, are not open on the weekends. I know this, but I thought it was a weekday and didn't realize my mistake until I pulled into the parking lot and saw that they were closed. I was confused for a minute, maybe even less, then checked my phone; Saturday, no wonder they're closed.

I pulled out and drove to the local grocery store, and looked around for something that looked good for dinner. I decided on chicken wings, seasoned and baked with a vegetable stir-fry for a side. The vegetables are all prepped and waiting for the chicken, which is smelling delightful as it bakes.