After a week of upping my game by working out with trainer Monday, Wednesday, Friday and getting steps in Tuesday and Thursday at the university, the plan for Saturday and Sunday was to go nowhere, see no one, do absolutely nothing.
Life is just not fair. A woman my age should not have to work that hard to stay fit, or so I told trainer, who wasn't very sympathetic. LOL.
No such luck on going nowhere, seeing no one, doing absolutely nothing today.
The optometrist called. My new glasses were ready.
An email arrived from a merchandiser. My order arrived, was ready for pickup.
I didn’t remember ordering anything from that merchant, but okay. It’ll be a surprise.
So, today turned out to be a one and done day in that, since I had to go out, let’s get everything done so I’ll at least have Sunday to myself.
Picked up the glasses, picked up the package — which turned out to be a food organization system I saw on TikTok, advertised as keeping veggies fresher longer (I was surprised, pleasantly, because I was looking forward to trying it out, but then had totally forgotten I ordered it), and finished with a stop by Sprouts.
I don’t do designer wear. My favorite designers are Target, Walmart, Torrid … except for when eyewear is involved.
For some reason, only frames from designers like Dior, Prada, Armani draw my attention and, this time, I channeled Iris Apfel and left the optometrist’s office with three Celine’s — one for computer/tv, one for close up needlepoint work, the third a progressive pair for everyday wear.
Driving away from the optometrist, I spotted a business with my name on it, albeit spelled differently.
If I didn’t have trainer, a gym just for women would be something I’d consider. Only, this one is too far a drive.
I kinda sorta turned into a Karen at Sprouts.
I always check the dates on whatever foods I purchase, and I’m amazed at how many shoppers I see not checking dates.
Picking up a carton of Eggland’s Organic brown eggs, seeing the date of 10/14, I put it back, picked up another carton.
Ditto 10/14, put it back.
Pulled out another —10/12.
Seeing a young woman stocking the refrigerated section, I didn’t approach as a total Karen with “Let me see your manager”. Instead, I was a nice Karen, saying “Excuse me miss. Your eggs are dated 10/14 and 10/12. Today is 10/16. Can you help me find eggs that are not expired?”
She was quite nice, went to the back, pulled out two 10/30’s for me.
Still cutting it close to expire before I get to, but better.
I’m surprised at Sprouts pulling something like that — expired eggs, but I’ve no doubt those eggs will remain in the case, waiting for someone to come along, who will pull, walk away, pay for, without having checked the date.
The person won't die or get sick. Expired eggs are still okay to eat. For me, it's just the point that I'm paying for fresh.
Also at Sprouts, picking up red bell peppers, I spotted something I had to try — Striped Red Peppers.
I’ll roast them in olive oil and add to breakfast potatoes. Maybe eat some raw, to see if they taste differently than regular reds.
With everything done, I’m looking forward to at least being able to rest/relax tomorrow, Sunday, so I’ll have the energy to face another week of the same ol same ol come Monday.