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Didn't I just mention this crazy world of ours and how it just ZOOMS by, zoom, zoom, zoom.  Blink, lookie here, already it's the merry, merry month of May, and that means it's time for the snowbird to come home to roost.  Cock-a-doodle-doo. 

Yesterday, I drove my hubby to the airport.  Destination: Tampa and points north to New Port Richie. His job is to fly down and then drive my father back home to the prairie.  My husband won't let me do this for him, although I have offered many times.  I think that (a) he really likes to fly; (b) he is a kind, considerate man and knows that he has more stamina than I; and (c) he has told me pretty much that if I were to spend that amount of time cooped up in a vehicle with my father, the end result wouldn't be pretty.  So every October, Hubby drives Pops to Florida and then flies home, and in May, the process is reversed.  For this, I am thankful.  I'm thankful that at the ripe old age of 86, my dad is still well enough to make this journey, to take care of and enjoy himself in the Sunshine State.  I am fortunate indeed.

They have been on the road already for two hours this morning, and they will arrive home tomorrow in time to hear the dinner bell, barring anything unforeseen. This means that I have been and will be alone, unattended and unchaperoned, for many hours.  Yesterday, I made the decision that as long as I had to take hubby to the airport, I might as well have my own adventure.  I made plans to stay in the big city and hook up with a friend of mine who lives close to the airport.

I spent the morning yacking it up with my friend, taking time off momentarily to take breaths and to suck down coffee.  Eventually, off we went on a shopping spree.

First stop, a restaurant supply company, where I purchased a case of XTRA Hot Sauce for hubby's pizza business.  Taking advantage of the situation, I bought some grocery items, too, at rock-bottom prices.  I LOVE this store, especially their produce and dairy, where prices seem to be especially low. Mother's Day is quickly approaching and my mother-in-law adores their frozen pecan pie so that made its way into my cart also.

Gee, look at that.  Right next door is the Rescue Mission.  There, I found a nice pair of dress slacks and a pair of shorts to see me through the next few pounds of weight loss, provided that I'm able to shut my mouth long enough to shed another ten pounds. Both looked great and the price tag came to ten bucks. More important, they were purchased in the ladies rather than in the plus size section.  Sixty pounds gone will do that. 

Down the road we went to Michael's, an arts/craft store.  I needed three round watercolor brushes and I just happened to have a 25% off coupon.  Across the parking lot from there stands a Christmas Tree Shop, where I bought art mats and other assorted stuff.  That store is good for stuff.

Eventually, down the road I had to go, back to the prairie.  I was on a little bit of a time frame.  The Fed Ex man was scheduled to drop off a delivery: ten thousand mealworms.  I kid you not.  Those baby bluebirds out in that nest are plenty hungry.  And I very well couldn't have ten thousand mealworms sitting out there, baking in the sun.  They needed to get to our cool basement, into their nice bedding of wheat bran.  Sure enough, when I pulled into the driveway, there sat the carton by the front of the house.  My grand adventure was officially over.

Maybe to you, the day didn't seem like much.  But for me, a person who doesn't get off the farm very much or who rarely travels much beyond a ten or fifteen mile radius, this was a real treat.  It really takes little to make me happy.  Today, it's back to business as usual: feeding those baby birds, the laundry basket is overflowing, there's a house to clean.  If time, there's onions to plant that really should get into the ground today.  Hopefully, I'll get that last bulb planted in the ground and it's time for yet another friend and another adventure: a local fire department is having their annual chicken barbeque and in my opinion, it's the best in the land.  I just go WILD when my husband's not home.  Zoom.