SUNDAY

You just know this is going to be a crappy blog post when it's titled Sunday.

If you want to read something good, check out my previous post Texas Night Revisited.

On second thought - don't! 
My flowery essays and piano videos always get the least (and most tepid) responses.
Strangely enough - when I posted a half-naked photo of Peter Berlin
I got lots of positive responses.
Even the middle-aged Church Ladies liked it.

Just wait until I finish writing my x-rated memoir. You're gonna love it
(more about this in my next post).

Actually, it won't be "x-rated". But it will zizzle.

April is nearly over and I didn't accomplish a thing. The month was a jumble of rainy days, chilly nights, wicked winds, poor health, and anxiety attacks.

Yesterday I finally prepared my Easter ham. It's delicious and will last a long time (if the cats don't confiscate it).

I know you're eager to see my ham.

I had asparagus and yams to go with it today.

I know you'll be even more thrilled to see my "yard" - which has turned green over night. The wasps and bees are extremely aggressive this year, making it difficult to go outside.

The incessant rains have encouraged the "weeds" to grow into raging monsters. Some of the brush is already over four feet high. My disgust knows no bounds.

All these photos were taken from my back porch.

 

I let the cats out on the back porch this morning to enjoy the sunshine.

Bosco with a rake

 Kitzee, on an ancient rug left by the previous owners.

 

NEVER ON SUNDAY

This post has nothing to do with the 1960 movie.

Do I hear sighs of relief or disappointment?

My blog readership has plummeted  to the bottom of the toilet. I figure it's because people are sick of my bitching and complaints.... or they're tired of my beautiful piano music.

It's neither, Jon. We're disgusted with seeing photos of the forest and your damn cats.

Relax, Kemosahbee. No photos today. Just an excruciatingly tedious account of my Sunday adventure.

There's always a method to my madness, which explains the Never On Sunday theme.

I never go out on Sunday. But today I decided to break that cardinal rule.

I desperately needed to go to town (again) - because when I went last Thursday I got a bad migraine headache and couldn't go shopping. And, to make matters worse, the wind was about 350 mph (very slight exaggeration).

SO....
rain was predicted for Sunday afternoon and for the next few days. I figured if I got up REALLY early Sunday morning I could go to town and do my shopping quickly (before the rain began). 

I got up at 7:00 a.m. (which is insanely early for me) after having LESS than two hours of sleep (which is usual for me).

I didn't feel well at all but managed to stagger out to the car. As I was staggering, I noticed sporadic raindrops starting to fall. 

As I'm navigating the narrow, winding, scary-as-hell mountain road to town the heavens burst and a Biblical deluge ensued.

When I arrived in town it was still pouring. I managed to get gas (that's petrol for those of you in Yorkshire) and go to Walmart (where I always buy cat food).

Things were going reasonably well until I went to the supermarket to do the grocery shopping.
Somewhere between the ground beef and the frozen tater tots I got (yet another) migraine headache.

This was a Mega Migraine. The mother of all migraines. I was nearly incapacitated.

I got flushed, my entire body felt tingly, I was dizzy and nauseous, my head was pounding. Worst of all I saw psychedelic flashing lights, multi-colored zigzag lines, and lost half the sight in both my eyes.

That's what my "normal" migraines are always like. They scare the shit out of me when I'm safely at home.
You can imagine what it's like when you're in the middle of a supermarket.

I managed to get to the checkout counter and pay for my stuff.

Outside the rain was still pouring and I could hardly find my car in the parking lot. After I shoved all my groceries (and there were a LOT) into the trunk, I felt like I was going to pass out.

I sat in the car for about half an hour. I considered driving to my cousin's house but didn't want to burden her with any more of my problems.
(she endured enough of my problems last summer, when I was broke and suicidal).

So I eventually drove home. The rain was torrential. The narrow road was slippery. The entire ordeal was like an episode of The Twilight Zone. In slow motion.

Happy ending?
Heck, I guess so.
Got home safely. Had a nap. Ate dinner. Gave the cats their new food.

It's supposed to rain for the next few days.