Excess of foods and distant rumbling
Food shopping by telepathy comes with certain shortcomings. Right now, due to parallel visits to the local market, we own three trays of cinnamon buns and two large blocks of Gouda cheese. I like both items, but if word gets out that I’m eating biscuits with side slabs of congealed dairy, my reputation in the kitchen is going to take a whupping. As for my waist line? Lost cause.
The day didn’t start out badly. I summoned the hound, and we set off to shop for a diverse menu, before morning coffee. Got home, stowed stuff away, thought nothing more about the subject. At least, until I received a message on social media notifying me that my dream menu had just been purchased by another (who shall not be named). I sent my congratulations for the foresight, and then started planning the next phase of my daily diet. Oh, and I got more Harvest Crunch… turns a bowl of yogurt into something that will “stick to my ribs”.
Later this afternoon, I heard sporadic rumbling outside. We’re too early in the year for potato haulage; this was old-fashioned thunder. Didn’t see the lightning, but I didn’t check the view from all quadrants. On social media (again) a steady “barrage” of reports that others, as much as an hour away, had also heard noises. For anyone out on the golf course, take cover. Etc. Etc. Since I didn’t see AND hear, I have to estimate that the cells were just rolling on by to another appointment. At least we didn’t get a storm that closed schools, unlike where my kids live.
