I didn't miss July entirely! I sadly thought that I might.
Today I bought my first organic produce/products. Yams, milk, and eggs. I've been on a health kick lately and today I was reading up on balancing my body and such and went grocery shopping. I'm excited for what I got and what I'm planning on cooking. Maybe cooking can become a hobby for me. I need one of those.
Lately I've realized that I don't have a hobby. I've had hobbies, but they've slowly faded. When I have free time, I don't do what I used to enjoy. I'll watch my tv shows. Or clean. Or do laundry. The rest of the time I'm at work. It makes me sad when I think about it. But I haven't had time to think about it. So recently I've been wanting a hobby. I haven't even read anything lately. And I have so. many. books. to. read.
A year ago Doug and I were in Brussels. We've been looking back on our trip over the past two weeks. It's fun to read our blog and be like, "A year ago we were in the Eiffel tower." I still need to finish the photo book that I started. Again, another hobby/project to finish. We both miss Europe though and are hoping to get out of debt and be able to travel again. But with life continuing in that annoying way that it does, I don't know when we will afford to travel again.
We are still hoping for Doug to be able to go to school this fall. Just a few more kinks to work out and he'll be on his way. We're really relying on God to provide for us during that time financially, mentally, and emotionally. It's a scary adventure every month but He had never disappointed us (and never will).
At Target I've had a few regulars that I can recognize. (Normally that's not a good thing if we can recognize you since it means you probably left a bad impression). There's this one woman that comes in that always baffled me. She appeared to be homeless with a trolley full of bags full of stuff. She always walked in and I know she rode the bus around. She's also a germaphone (mysophobia for those that don't know the slang). Every time I rang her up she did not want to touch her change. She would fish it out with a napkin or such. She bought a new wallet one day and got very angry when I opened it up and began looking in the pockets (which we have to do in case something was put in there by either the person buying the item or someone else that left it there). I told her I had to look because it was our policy. She thought I was accusing her of stealing. Once I made her understand that wasn't the point, she was still upset that I was touching her new wallet with my hands that have been handling money. She also only ever has new money bills on her. And if you have to give her change back, she wants you to find her the newest bills in your register. She always takes a really long time first to pay, then to gather her items and leave your line (which people behind her do not appreciate at all, see what I mean about us remembering you?)
She really took to me though and after every transaction she would ask me my name. Maybe I was the only person that treated her like everyone else and respected her wishes. I dunno cause I never saw her interactions with other cashiers. But she always seemed to end up in my line.
This morning she was there again. When it was her turn to be rung up, I asked her, like everyone else, how her day had been going. She told me not that great, to which I said I was sorry. She then talked to me for what seemed like 10 minutes about how she hated that question because she felt that nobody really cared, that it was just an American greeting (in a way she is right). She told me how once she was sarcastic back to someone and told them that she was just wonderful, to which she was told that she had given "the correct answer." The whole time she kept saying that she didn't doubt my genuineness. She then told me that she had been on the streets and was supposed to be moving up north tomorrow and into a hotel until a shelter has room for her. She had saved up enough money to finally move. Currently she has been staying outside on the concrete next to a motel and had the cops called on her the night before just for being there. (She's probably in her late 50s or early 60s). Her bones were hurting and she was tired. My heart really broke for her. I asked her what her name was and then I asked her if she would be offended if I told her that I would be praying for her. She seemed surprised but her face lit up and said that no, she wouldn't be offended. So that's what I'll do. She's God's sparrow.
I now wear men's deodorant. They don't really make a women's deodorant without aluminum in it. I've just used antiperspirant since high school but really don't want to anymore. There's a brand called Tom's that makes it without aluminum, but it just didn't work for me. So I got the girliest smelling Old Spice that I can find and will just use that. I'm already married, so maybe people will just think I smell like my husband instead of random dude.
I'm glad that one of the fastest (there's lots of debate as to the fastest) healing parts of the body is the eye, cause I accidentally poked it today. With a plastic fork. It's still hurting a bit. So I'm glad that it should be better by tomorrow. But it's making me feel much more tired than I thought I was.
Life is interesting right now. What a ride.
