Showing posts with label Shredding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shredding. Show all posts

Friday, March 21, 2025

Shredding and Misfits

When Handsome Son took my car through inspection yesterday, he had to find the documents in the glove compartment. Insurance certificate and registration.

This is not one of the neater parts of my life. Each time I get an updated document I toss it into the bag of them in the glove c. So you have to sift through, squinting at the tiny dates to find the most recent, while the police officer who just stopped you sighs and shifts from foot to foot.

Anyway when HS son got home, he said oh, I did a bit of clearing up. And dumped a lot of old documents in the table. Not that his own car is a model of clean and neat, but I digress. What a reversal -- a son tidying up after a mom.

So a lengthy search for the shredder ensued, and I eventually realized that the thing I kept moving out of the way while I searched for it was um, the shredder.  Not too sharp right now.

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My inner artist immediately went to oh, I can use these strips to weave something, while my inner tired person went to no, I don't think so.

Haleem arrived early today, so I missed the official arrival of the Misfits pink van.

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You'll note the chocolate covered cherries hiding on the left,  vital nutrition. And tuna will feature in tuna salad,  also some pasta idea, beautiful brown eggs, shrimp which I haven't decided how to use yet. 

Cheese because it's a staple around here, strawberries and yogurt desserts, sliced bread to save energy just now and make good sandwiches. Coffee supplies just in time, and this time I ordered ground, not beans. Avocado oil which I seem to get through fast.

And I'm all set for some easy cooking. I can't remember the last time I shopped at a grocery store. That seems too strenuous.

And the last stage, as the fruit is resting in water a while 

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Box broken down and tied with string, ready to recycle.

Happy day everyone, back to my exercises today, using hand weights and trying to remember what my scribbled exercise notes mean. 

Try to read your notes on life, it helps. As does a call like one I got from the doctor who ordered the parathyroid test telling me one reading is high but not after all an issue. Yay.

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