When I let the soup boil over, the drip pan under the boiler turned black. Really black. Energetic scrubbing wore off the cheap layer of chrome and turned the pan to rust. So yesterday we set off into the world to not only return G’s too small sweat shirts and get new, but to find new drip pans for the stove.
I brought my camera. Liberated was the way I felt.
No trouble with the sweatshirts at JCPenneys. Then to Tarjay which had either too small or black burner drip pans. Nope. Home Depot…which had the right size and color at five bucks for each one or thirteen for a set of four. We bought the set.
We kept window shopping tho. The sun was out, the fog had burned off, and we were on a roll….limited only by my hip. After that bad reaction I had to pain pills several months ago, I still am not even taking Tylenol or Aleve more than once a week. I won’t build up a tolerance. So I’m limited in my walking.
The Disney store, one strip mall down the street offered few opportunities for photography. As I wandered their much reduced and very high priced stock, I spied the Mickey Mouse sippy cups. The ludicrousness of those rows of unsold bottles struck my funny bone as did the rows of padded bras at JCPenney’s.
I’m hoping I can bestir himself out into the world today also. There’s got to be some wonderful photo opportunities waiting just next to the horizon.