My new favorite saying. An elderly woman at the grocery introduced me to it when a ridiculous display of coffee started to fall on me as I gingerly tried to pull out a can. I muttered 'fuck this' under my breath and, as she breezed by me on her motorized chair, she laughed and said ' it's always cookies and crapola my dear'.
It's been a busy week. The last of the old office equipment was dragged out of the basement and taken to the recycling yard. After that I took Hope to the park ...
On Wednesday I was out all day in search of wellness. I finally got Medicare coverage and navigated the treacherous waters of supplementary coverage but I can't find a primary care physician. Cookies and Crapola.
On my way to an appointment I saw these lovely young people ...
They thought I was taking pictures to report them for some biking infraction. I told them I took their picture because they were so "fucking free and beautiful". That made them happy and taught them not to assume.
Wednesday evening the moon peeked at me as I went to my first Tai Chi Chih class. More about the class once I feel I know what I'm talking about.
May your weekend be more Cookies than Crapola.