It’s been quite the week for wildlife. I had two Harris Hawks hanging out on the fence yesterday. Here’s one of them.

Yesterday, after my two-hour zoom call, doing household chores, writing and all the other stuff, I went to the grocery store to pick up ingredients for Ina’s Chicken Pot Pie Soup with Puff Pastry Croutons that I wrote about Wednesday. I loved the recipe from Monday’s cooking class I attended.

I made a grocery list that was quite extensive. There were a lot of ingredients in the recipe that I never buy, like fennel and leeks. It took a bit of time to hunt everything down, plus get the things we ordinarily use. Plus I needed bird seed for my Bird Buddy AI feeder and for the quail.

Of course, all the lines were jam packed. I didn’t feel like self checkout so I waited and waited. Once I got everything out of the cart, I reached for my wallet.

My wallet wasn’t in my purse!

Then it dawned on my that I left my wallet in my swim bag the day before. I had gone lap swimming at the YMCA. The grocery clerk asked me to put everything back in my cart and go to the manager. I thought she’d at least check me out and they could hold onto my groceries until I came back with my wallet. But no, I was going to get to stand in line again plus schlep the groceries around again.

I called my husband. I called three times and he didn’t answer. I had talked to him moments before. But he was probably on the phone for work. I wanted him to meet me at the grocery store with his wallet.

The grocery store is 15 minutes away and for some unknown reason the street, of course, had a ton of traffic. Once I got to the main road to make a left-hand turn to go two miles to our street, a police car with a siren stopped in front of our turn lane and blocked us. I noticed the writing on his car. Funeral. He was blocking the road for a funeral procession. The deceased must have been famous or well-liked. Yes, there were a ton of cars.

Eventually, after driving back and forth for one hour, shopping, un-shopping and waiting to pay for groceries, I got everything home.

I was planning on prepping for the delicious soup when I called my partner for the HOA newsletter to confirm our meeting was in a week from Friday, not the next day.

“No, it has to be tomorrow,” she said. “I’m leaving town Saturday.” I was afraid of that. That’s why a little voice in my head made me call.

So much for cooking. I had to sit down and write newsletter copy. Hunt for photos, write captions and get ready for today’s meeting.

Then I got to cook. But I was exhausted!

Chicken Pot Pie Soup and and Puff Pastry Croutons

When was the last time you had “one of those days” and what happened
that made it so?