A nice if uneventful day

Fridays are the days Jordan and I go to the grocery and do other errands. For several reasons, today was more fun than usual though it started out with a frustrating errand. We had a bunch of prescription drugs, left mostly from my surgery, and some of them controlled substances. Jordan packaged them all up, took them to a fire station and was told they didn’t take them. So she went to a local police station—they didn’t take them but gave her the central police address on Belknap.

And that’s where we went this morning. Found a great parking space, but I was a little taken aback when she got out of the car and announced, too loudly, that she had to go around the car to get the drugs. I had a vision of her being mugged before she got inside. Turns out they don’t take them either and gave her an address on the North Side. Fortunately, there is a drug turn-in at several locations tomorrow, and so she’ll do that. Frustrating though when you try to be a good citizen and it’s so difficult. Wish the powers-that-be would just get their act together and settle on one place to turn in such things.

Then we went to the relatively new Tom Thumb near downtown. I really like this one—aisles are wide enough that I drive the motorized cart without fear of crashing into dumps, vegetables and meat are fresh, aisles are clearly labelled. I didn’t seem to have as much to get as usual, so we sort of whizzed through there.

And went to Eatzi’s. If you’re not from Texas, you may not know about these stores. The one in Fort Worth is new, but I had been years ago to the one in Dallas, which I found overwhelming. A friend said tonight the one in Houston is even bigger. But our local one is a good size—I felt like I could easily get around, even on my walker, and see everything. It’s all prepared, take-out food—great for happy hour entertaining or a last-minute supper, much of it upscale gourmet stuff. We ended up with green chile pimiento cheese (superb), Thai beef salad, and, for me, a salmon croquette. I suggested some night when there was no dinner plan, we should go get the twice-baked potatoes—huge and yummy looking!

Tonight, a group of moms of eleven-year-olds turned up in the cottage, wine glasses in hand, and we had a great visit—one of them was a girl Jordan went to grade school with that I don’t see often. And a couple of dads joined us briefly. After they left, I sautéed some Dover sole—love the delicate taste of that fish, but I’ll be darned if I can get it out of the pan without sticking. Result was that my dinner was delicious (added fresh green beans) but the meat looked like fish hash. Win some, lose some.

A good day.