Listening to the Voices in My Head

When I was a kid, I loved "delicious" apples. Red Delicious, Golden Delicious. But when I was an adult, because of long cold storage, and other reasons (farming, growing of certain varieties only) "Delicious Apples" just weren't. No fragrance, no flavor, with the taste and texture of wax.

Today, Wing and I were out pillaging. I went into the local growers veggie store.

I, to my delight, found some October Sun Plums, a favorite of mine. Meandered through, picking up some sugarsnap peas, a few avocados. I turned down the aisle, and smelled something I hadn't smelled in decades, but remembered.

The honeyed apple fragrance of Golden Delicious apples. Thinking I was mistaken, I looked around, and there I saw them. Golden in color, some with a slight blush of red. I picked one up, held is close to my face, and inhaled. Mana must smell like this.

Bought some, and brought them home.

Unpacked the groceries, and took one apple from the bag. Washed it off, and then took a bite.

You know how scientists say our sense of smell is the one sense that can bring memories flooding back like no other sense can? That one bite of a Golden Delicious apple brought back good memories of my Grandmother, baking pies, catching fireflies then letting them go before we went in for the night, and a slew of others. A feeling that all is well with the world.

Such a small thing, one Golden Delicious Apple. Pardon me while I put the other ones in the crisper.

First stop was Camera Electronic. I brought the 'what? you want ME to focus?" lens in to have it checked out, and to show that the dust in the viewfinder, that I paid to have cleaned, was still there. Good news; seems to be the not focusing was probably caused by the finest of cat or human hair. All is well now. Will drop off camera for proper cleaning after Photo Expose W.A. is over. Also got a different head for my monopod for macro shots. Swivel the camera rather than the monopod.

Next stop: breakfast. Nom nom nom. Off to pillage. We hunted, we gathered, we paid, and then we headed to our next stop.

City Farmers to pick up a back of Senior cat food, and two collars. One for Keito, and one for Ziggy. Of course Wing stopped into Seafood store to get Ziggy some tuna steaks. Darned moggie eats better than we mere humans.

Next port of call, Bunnings Garden Center. My lime tree, no matter how well fed, has yellow leaves. It's pot bound and needs a bigger home. So, asked at Bunnings and it can be moved now, but I have to do a few things first. Remove all the limes (at least a dozen, if not two dozen) wait a few days, then shift it. I have a much larger pot to put it in, and lots of potting soil.

Home sweet home, coffee for me, ibuprofen for Wing.

One of the discs decided it didn't want to come out. Have no idea why. So, I unplugged it and look it over carefully, and spotted two screws. I loosened those, and went looking for more. Nada.

So, I very carefully lifted the section that had the screws and with the slightest bit of upward pressure, the top lifted off. So, I clicked on the EJECT and noticed the disc wasn't quite aligned with the gate. So, after I closed the error message, I clicked eject again, and then gave the disc a wee bit of assistance to exit. YAY! Removed the disc from the data base, which spun the carousel around. Then re-added it. Everything's back to working A-ok.

Today was a scorcher of a day. Wing and I went pillaging. Yeesh, felt like I was melting. He ended up not going out with his mom for coffee, as this hot weather really gets to her. So, he waited until later, after "the Fremantle Doctor" had kicked in. Then took her out for a few quick errands.

Wing fixed a delicious red curry tonight. I'm tempted to hand him my cooking apron... then I remember that I can also cook. heh

Just to pick up a few things. Got lot of different kinds of beans to make minestrone. Picked up some fresh vegetables for stir-fry tonight. Cat food, and a few other bits and pieces. Was out and about with Wing for about an hour, and now I am exhausted.

One of the hardest thing to do was finding something to wear that didn't pull on incision areas and dressings, other than jammies.

I have a thing for recognising and remember faces. Even if they are faces of people I haven't personally met (yet). Was pillaging with aikidomayland in the Fremantle COLES, and I saw someone. Brain whirled for a nano, and I pegged who it was. I grinned,(  and said hello to: )